zarawalter8

“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.”





…



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 room is quiet, too quiet. A single lamp hums above, its light barely illuminating the edges of the mahogany desk and the cracked photo frame beside it. I sit in the chair like it might collapse beneath me,stiff, guarded, palms resting on my knees like I'm bracing for war.

But this war isn't out there anymore. It's right here, within these four walls, and the battlefield is my soul.

Eira walks in slowly, arms crossed over her chest, expression unreadable. She doesn't sit. She doesn't speak. Just watches me with those sharp, stormy eyes like she's waiting for me to blink first.

I glance down at my arm, at the faded scars running across my skin like a roadmap to everything I survived. The memory of how I got them stings more tonight than it ever has.

"Draven saved me," I begin, voice hoarse. "That night, when I thought everything was lost... he pulled me out."

55