Killings, Protecting, Hiding for Love

Killings, Protecting, Hiding for Love

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Safety or love and happiness? Of course Castella chose love and happiness. She felt love in just a snap. She didn't know the consequences and result of what she got herself into. But without thinking two times, she chose the one where she felt loved, needed, and her happiness. At first she feard ad was afraid due to what his father can but after realizing that Dasmond really loves her she went with him to hide. She is unfamiliar with that kind of love. It was messy and complicated. Many hidings, many killings, and many protecting. Dasmond's father is a known mafia boss, he can track and know where his son is. Her mother left with him to hide here in the Philippines. She learned to love with care and entrusting. She knew it was him and he knew it was her. She didn't want him to leave her and die and Dasmond neither do him. Will they be able to love with liberty and no more hiding? "When you're sure that you truly love him, ignore all worries and downs. Once you love each other, you ain't giving a damn about your safety because around him, it's the safest place to be. I'd go to the edges of earth just to be with you. Your presence is all I need." -stella dorriano
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