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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 sun filtered softly through the garden trees, casting long shadows on the flagstones. A warm breeze stirred the lavender bushes, their scent floating through the air like a balm. For once, there were no alarms, no gunshots, no whispers of betrayal. Just stillness.

Kira sat beside me on the stone bench, her eyes fixed on the small pond ahead, watching dragonflies skim the surface. She hadn't spoken in ten minutes. Not a word. Just silence, like the weight of her past was heavier than the air we breathed.

I waited. Sometimes silence was the only language pain understood.

Then, finally, her voice broke through like glass shattering.

"I didn't know who I was anymore, Eira. He made sure of that."

I turned to her slowly. Her hands were trembling in her lap.

"Marcus?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

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