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“Go away from me. Let me be, you monster!” Eira screamed, her voice echoing from behind the room she had closed herself on. Determined more than ever not to see him. She heaved, her chest rising and falling to the pain.”You took everything from me, Draven. You took everything from me!”



“Then take it back, Eira.” Draven called out possessively, “Hate me, fight me, do everything Eira, but don’t dare leave me. I won’t let you do that.”





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Eira Katz’s world is ripped apart when she is abducted by Draven, a man blinded by grief and vengeance. Accused of murdering the only woman he ever loved—a woman carrying his child—Eira becomes the target of his rage. Held captive, she endures relentless torment, all for a crime she did not Commit.



But when the truth is revealed, the damage is already done. Draven has destroyed her life, killed the man she loved, and left her with nothing. As Eira grapples with the aftermath, she learns she is carrying his child, a bond neither of them can escape.i

Trapped in a cycle of vengeance, guilt, and reluctant dependency, Eira must decide whether to escape her captor or confront the broken man who refuses to let her go. But in a world where pain and passion collide, the line between love and hatred blurs.



Will Eira find freedom, or will she be forever bound to the man who took everything called life away from her?

The Mafia's Little Plaything

The cold iron of the chair bit into my back as the ropes cut off circulation in my wrists. Blood crusted along my lip, dried from the last hit they gave me,more for sport than interrogation. But I stayed silent. I've taken worse.

The room was dim, the air stinking of oil and mildew. One overhead bulb flickered like it too was barely holding on. I took a slow breath, forcing my heartbeat to calm. Panic was a luxury I couldn't afford,not here, not now.

I wasn't afraid of pain. I was afraid of what they might do to Kira. To Eira.

And to the empire I built with my bare hands.

"Finally awake," a voice sneered from the shadows. One of the guards stepped forward, cocky, knife spinning in his fingers. "Thought we'd have to splash cold water on that smug face."

I smirked, blood coating my teeth. "Didn't want to miss your stunning personality."

His fist flew. I let it land. I needed them to think I was broken. That I'd give up.

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