Taken to be Loved

Taken to be Loved

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Damian Voss was only nine years old when his life was stolen from him. He was hiding beneath the wooden floorboards of his home as his family was mercilessly slaughtered by a man the public knew as a generous businessman: Charles Devereux. Twenty years later, Damian returns. Stronger, sharper, and armed with a plan he had crafted while living with a single purpose: revenge. His main purpose? To destroy Devereux from the inside-not with violence, but by kidnapping the most precious thing in the killer's life: Evelyn Devereux, the only daughter of the family.
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