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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 betrayal didn't come like a gunshot,it came like rot. Quiet. Slow. Internal.

We buried the breach deep, sealed off the comm lines, and triple-scrambled the GPS logs. But damage like this wasn't random. It was precision. Someone had fed Snow the coordinates to the underground safehouse. Someone inside.

I stood in the middle of the war room,if you could call the reinforced vault under the estate that,and let the silence simmer. It was midnight, and only five people stood around the long metal table: my inner circle. The ones I trusted most.

Eira stood at my left, arms crossed, eyes scanning every movement like a panther sizing up the hunt. On my right, Talon leaned against the wall with a sniper's stillness, unreadable as always. Cassian, our tech specialist, fidgeted beside the satellite panel, glasses slipping down his nose. Then there was Rhea, my field captain,jaw tense, knuckles white where they gripped her belt.

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