The Dark Cradle

She has learned to stand alone, because standing alone is safer than falling apart. Weakness is a luxury she cannot afford, not when every scar on her soul is proof of battles survived. Her only anchor in a world that never showed her mercy is her child-the small heartbeat that makes the whispers, the accusations, the pointed fingers fade into nothing. For that fragile smile, she will fight anyone. She will fight fate itself.

But fate is cruel.

He is power, violence, and hunger wrapped in a man's skin. To him, the heart is not an instrument of love, but a machine. Mercy is weakness, love is betrayal, vulnerability is death. He was not made to nurture, but to dominate. And when he stumbles into her life, obsession takes root. He cannot let her go-not when she is the one thing he cannot control.

She runs, but shadows are patient. He pursues, because possession is the only language he knows. They are fire and ice, oil and water, drawn together by a force neither of them can fight, even though the collision promises destruction.

What happens when a woman who has everything to lose is hunted by a man who has nothing to fear? Will her strength protect the fragile world she's built, or will his darkness consume it whole?

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