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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 rain hadn't stopped since sundown.

It wasn't the gentle kind either. It came down in sheets, cold and heavy, turning the cracked pavement into a river of filth and forgotten sins. I pulled my hood tighter over my head and stepped over a puddle that gleamed with reflections of street lamps and betrayal.

My boots made no sound,I had learned to walk like a ghost a long time ago. Silence was survival. But tonight, silence felt like treason.

The alley was tucked behind the old shipping yard, nestled between two rusted containers and cloaked in shadow. I saw the faint glow of a cigarette before I saw him. He was already there, like always. He didn't bother with hellos.

"You're late," he muttered, flicking the cigarette away and crushing it beneath his boot.

I ignored the jab and stepped closer. "It's getting harder to slip out unnoticed."

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