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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 tugged at my hair as I sat on the edge of the mansion rooftop, legs dangling over the drop, bare feet numb against the cold slate. Dawn was just starting to break over the city. Gold bled into the charcoal sky, streaking across the horizon like fire through ash. For the first time in weeks, the world wasn't spinning. My heart wasn't hammering. There was no blood on my hands, no screams echoing in my skull. Just breath. Just silence.

I hugged my knees, resting my chin atop them. The rooftop had always been my secret place,high above the betrayals, above the whispered plots and bloody compromises. Up here, the ghosts quieted down. I didn't have to be queen, or warrior, or weapon. I could just be Eira. And gods, I missed her.

Behind me, the door creaked open. I didn't turn. I didn't need to. His steps were light, careful,like he was afraid even the air might break me.

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