RONAS childhood I did not know a good life. I was eight when my parents died. I wanted to put an end to the past, but it was firmly ingrained in my DNA. The world around me resembled hell: ten years in foster care, violence, fights, rage. Nights full of nightmares and pain. Uncle Nelson showed up and immediately took me under his wing. He wanted me to renovate dilapidated buildings for him in Santa Cruz. I dreamed of a real family and a normal life. But he was still completely alone. Useless, broken. What could I give Shiloh? Except for a piece of your tormented heart? She was not allowed to love me. All I could do was control my anger seeping from the wounds. And to settle accounts with the past, which was about to threaten to destroy me. SHILOW, ambition and creativity are my medicine. I'm used to spending days and nights making jewelry. And she hoped to achieve recognition. I loved creating a new world for myself. And how else can you survive if your own mother hates you? I wanted to give people luxury and chic. But she herself had long ago drowned in her own darkness. Who I was, who my father was - all this remained a mystery. There was a huge chasm in my chest. When Ronan appeared, I realized what I really wanted. Completely and completely belong to him. Despite the fact that we were so divided. But burning in this flame, I should not allow myself to be captured by love. After all, the only way to gain strength is to keep your heart closed...