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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

It's easy to say you're not afraid until you see your own face in the mirror, dressed like bait.

The dress they picked for me is sleek and crimson,fitting like a second skin, sharp at the shoulders, with a slit up the thigh that makes walking feel like a balancing act between seduction and survival. My hair is pinned up, my neck exposed. Vulnerable.

I stare at my reflection, and for a moment, I don't recognize the woman staring back. There's a hardness around my eyes I didn't know I'd grown. A steel edge in the curve of my mouth. I look like someone who's made peace with the fact that she might not come back from tonight.

Aria steps in behind me, dressed in all black, her utility belt half-hidden under a cloak. She looks like a shadow designed to kill. And yet, the first thing she says is,

I meet her gaze in the mirror. "Are we ever sure about anything in this life?"

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