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In the middle of the luxurious Chennai mansion, both mafia families sat together laughing and talking happily as if there had never been blood, rivalry, or betrayal between them. Crystal glasses clinked softly, expensive perfumes filled the air, and fake smiles decorated every face in the room. But among all those cheerful voices, two souls remained painfully silent. Kim Taehyung sat calmly on the dark leather sofa, looking dangerously handsome in his black suit, his sharp jaw clenched tightly. Across from him sat Min Gyeong, breathtaking in a wine-colored saree that wrapped around her like temptation itself. She looked unreal — elegant, cold, and absolutely untouchable. Their eyes never left each other. To everyone else, their intense eye contact looked like burning desire, like two people secretly starving for one another. But only they knew the truth. Hatred. Pure, painful hatred. Or at least… that was what they forced themselves to believe. Because years ago, before mafia power, be
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In the middle of the luxurious Chennai mansion, both mafia families sat together laughing and talking happily as if there had never been blood, rivalry, or betrayal between them. Crystal glasses clinked softly, expensive perfumes filled the air, and fake smiles decorated every face in the room. But among all those cheerful voices, two souls rema...阅读更多