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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 wind was sharp against my skin, slicing through my coat like it knew I didn't want to feel warm. I stood beneath the twisted limbs of a crooked elm, in front of a grave I hadn't visited in years. The stone was cracked, moss creeping through the engraved letters like nature was trying to erase his name.

My older brother. My first protector. My first betrayal.

I knelt slowly, my knees pressing into the damp earth. The cemetery was quiet,no birdsong, no distant traffic. Just silence and ghosts.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

"Hey, Zane," I murmured, brushing a few fallen leaves off the headstone. "It's been a while."

The wind rustled the trees in response, soft and eerie.

"I didn't tell Draven about you," I said, and that truth cut deeper than I expected. "Not because I was ashamed. But because saying your name out loud… it would make everything real again."

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