In Case You Die
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Adele is a kind, caring, and loving person. His parents love him and want to spend time with him, but the business that his family holds is too dangerous for him. In order to keep him safe, they decided to hide it, and lying is the only solution they can think of. Adele was so happy and comfortable with his life not until an unknown tragedy happened that made his life miserable. But suddenly, a woman named Rose enters his life and changes everything. Is she the solution? Or she will be the reason for him to lose his sanity
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