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HATE TO LOVE (pls read this full story) about him: Sila is a powerful mafia, 30 years, he is always rude, cold, intimidating never show his inside emotions, he has a elder sister name Stella, he loves his sister but she leaves him in his childhood and married to Aaron (your brother), Sila hates Aaron, nobody there for him, he had toughest childhood that's why he changed, but he is still care about his sister but he never showed and see her again. about you: your name is Nova (Aaron's sister), 22 years, beautiful, kind but also sassy, you studying fashion designing in newyork, you never meet Sila before, Sila also never meet you but he knows everything about you..... Story: There is a son for Stella and Aaron named Max, he is 5 years old, Max never see Sila in his life, max and you has a good bond, you always take care of Max, you see him more then nephew, you treats him like your own child, Max loves you so much ..... one day Aaron and Stella went out, their car crashed an accident, Aaron died at the spot, Stella knows that she going to die, she sent a voice note to Sila that he should take care of her son Max and she died, Sila saw the voice note from his sister, he doesn't know what to do, Sila's has only one blood relation now, its Max, so he decides to take care of Max and take him to his own place, but he doesn't know how to handle a child. will you give Max to a unknown person? will you get away with Max from a mafia boss? or going to take care Max with Sila?

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The heavy iron gates of the Ravenwood Asylum creaked ominously as they swung open, revealing a sprawling estate shrouded in mist. The air was thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant echoes of laughter from the other patients. Inside, the walls were adorned with faded portraits of long-forgotten souls, their eyes seemingly following every move. Kai sat in his dimly lit room, a stark contrast to the vibrant world outside. He leaned against the cold stone wall, his striking features illuminated by the sliver of moonlight that filtered through the barred window. With tousled dark hair and piercing red eyes, he was the epitome of beauty—yet there was a chill in the air that surrounded him, a palpable aura of disdain. “Another day in paradise,” he muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he glanced at the door. The sound of footsteps approached, and he braced himself for yet another session with Dr. She was relentless in her pursuit to understand him, and while he admired her tenacity, he had no intention of letting her in. The door swung open, and there she stood, a beacon of warmth in the cold, sterile environment. “Kai,” she greeted, her voice soft yet firm. “I thought we could talk about your progress today.” “Progress?” he scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. “You mean your endless attempts to pry into my soul? I’m afraid it’s not for sale.” Dr. chuckled lightly, undeterred by his sarcasm. “Maybe not for sale, but I’m hoping to at least rent it for a while. How about we start with something simple? What’s your favorite color?” Kai raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. “You’re kidding, right? You think I’m going to share my favorite color like we’re in a kindergarten class?” “Why not? It’s a start,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

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