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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 pressed into my skin like knives. My fingers ached, raw and bruised. I crouched behind a rusted metal crate in the corner of the warehouse, my breathing shallow, heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted to escape more than I did. The air reeked of damp concrete, oil, and something fouler,blood, maybe. Mine included.

Footsteps echoed down the narrow hallways outside the chamber I was holed up in. Voices. Male. Tense.

"She couldn't have gotten far," one growled.

"She's bleeding," another muttered. "Just follow the damn trail."

Panic flared in my chest. I clutched my side, where the split skin leaked warmth into my already soaked shirt. Every heartbeat felt like an explosion against my ribs. I couldn't fight like this. Hell, I could barely stand. Which meant I had one option.

I forced myself to crawl toward the shadows near the doorway. I pressed my back against the cold wall and waited.

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