The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her.

“I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed.

He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.”

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Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil.

Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable.

Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him.

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I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.”

He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate.”

He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what.

Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective.

‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced.

In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom.

Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything.

Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her.

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He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.”

I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?”

He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”