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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 tea is still steaming when I step onto the balcony. Delicate porcelain cups, sugared biscuits, and a view that once felt like peace,all arranged like some kind of fragile dream.

Eira sits with her back straight, hair braided down one shoulder, and eyes that carry too many ghosts. I recognize the look,because it's the same one I've been carrying for years. Only mine isn't softened by guilt. Mine's sharpened by betrayal.

"Thought I'd find you here," I say, my voice light, melodic even, like a lullaby hiding broken glass.

She turns her head slightly and offers a small smile. Not real. Not full. Just... tired.

"I figured I'd get some air before the council meets again," she replies, motioning to the chair across from her.

I sit, smoothing my skirt, all sweet smiles and easy gestures. But underneath it, I can feel it,the storm. It coils inside me like a blade waiting to unsheathe.

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