Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 849: The Rest of Our Lives Aurora was overjoyed. After reading countless books without finding a solution, she finally uncovered the truth.

"Does this mean my mother can be saved?" she asked eagerly.

"Didn't you say she's already better?" "Yes," Aurora nodded.

"There will be no more curses, and the Walsh family's debts to the Bafamily are now fully repaid. Back then, our ancestor cto New York, and until his death, the only person he ever loved was Lyra Walsh.

The two of them were bound by regrets and deep-seated hatred. They couldn't be together in life, but I hope that in another lifetime, they'll meet again." "Grandpa, this story is both heartbreaking and moving," Aurora said, her heart heavy after hearing it.

"Stories never truly end. Perhaps this is the beginning of another story." "The beginning of another story?" Aurora asked.

"It's late. You should rest. Otherwise, Julian will start worrying when he can't find you." As soon as he finished speaking, Julian's voice echoed from the doorway. "Aurora, what are you doing in Grandpa's study so late at night?" "Nothing, just saying goodnight to Grandpa," Aurora said with a gentle smile.

"Goodnight," Maxwell replied. He had never shared these stories with Julian. As far as he was concerned, all that mattered was their love for each other. The rest was irrelevant.

Julian took Aurora's hand and walked her out, his tone full of reproach. "Don't wander off without telling me. Don't you know I'd be worried?" "What's there to worry about? We're at home," Aurora replied.

"Last time, at the Alvarez family estate, we were only apart for a few hours, and look what happened. How can I not worry?" "Fine, I'll stay by your side from now on. Does that make you happy?" "That's more like it." Maxwell watched their retreating figures before shifting his gaze back to the ink painting hanging on the wall. Over the course of a century, the painting had yellowed slightly with age. The depicted couple played music together, their harmony eternal. Perhaps, a hundred years later, they would reunite in this world. Without the entanglements of family interests, they could simply love each other.

The lost pair of bracelets had been reunited, the curse lifted, and a new story was beginning. Aurora had inherited the bracelets, and since Tina began wearing one, her health had steadily improved. One day, Tina noticed something peculiar about her bracelet.

"Aurora, am I imagining things? When you first gave this to me, it was bright red, but now it's faded to a lighter shade." "Mom, that's a good thing. It'll eventually turn vibrant green again," Aurora reassured her.

"Really?" Aurora kept the secret to herself. Everything had already been resolved, and as long as her family remained by her side, that was all that mattered.

News arrived of Bramwell Elderstone's passing. He was found at her grandmother's grave, looking peaceful, with a faint smile on his lips. Perhaps, in another world, he had gone to reunite with his Miss Seraphina. Decades of longing and devotion had finally dissipated.

On the day of the funeral, heavy rain poured down. Aurora attended alongside her entire family. Bramwell, who had dedicated his entire life to the family's cause, could finally let go of his burdens.

Aurora, holding a black umbrella, stepped forward to pay her respects, bowing three times before the grave. Without his steadfast efforts, the R family would have long fallen into the hands of others. He left behind a will with only one request: to be buried next to her grandmother.

"Grandpa Bramwell, rest assured. I will ensure the family flourishes," Aurora vowed.

Tina, who had spent years under Bramwell's care, wept uncontrollably. To her, he had been like a father. John Walsh held her tightly. "He's found peace. Don't be too sad," he whispered.

Hey there! Just a friendly reminder that if you're not reading this book on nel5s.com, you might be missing out on the complete story. Head over there to dive into the next chapter-it's all free! Mr. Grant stood silently before the grave, his expression devoid of joy. "After all these years of rivalry, I finally won. And yet, I don't feel triumphant," he said bitterly.

After everyone had paid their respects, they left the cemetery one by one. The rain cleared, and sunlight broke through the clouds.

"Julian, look-a rainbow!" Aurora pointed to the arch across the sky.

"A rainbow after the rain. It's a good omen," Julian said.

"Grandpa Bramwell lived a lonely life. He worked so hard," Aurora sighed. Loving someone in silence for a lifetime, never revealing his feelings, was a cruel fate.

"There's no such thing as hardship when it's voluntary. He found his purpose in it. We, the living, must live well to honor their hopes for us." "Yes," Aurora agreed, holding Julian's hand tightly. So many people loved but could not be together. Despite the trials she had faced, she was grateful to have Julian by her side in the end.

"Julian, let's go back in a few months." "Why the sudden desire to return?" "Because... I want to hold our wedding in Clothville." "Alright. Wherever you want, we'll make it happen," Julian said, embracing her as they walked away, happiness surrounding them.

After the funeral, Mr. Grant fell gravely ill and passed away within two weeks. Aurora took back control of the family's affairs, redistributing shares and ensuring that everyone becself-reliant, no longer dependent on the family's wealth. The restructured R family emerged stronger, free from past conflicts. On May 20th, Aurora woke early, spending a long tchoosing an outfit. Julian brought her breakfast and teased, "Little Bunny, are you raiding the closet?" "Julian, I've gained weight. None of these clothes look good on me," she complained, plopping onto the bed in frustration.

"Didn't I hire a designer to create custom pieces for you? Even those don't work?" "They're all maternity clothes. I don't like them," she pouted.

"Well... you are a pregnant woman. What else would you wear?" Julian said, smiling at her growing temper.

"I want to wear something pretty! But this big belly... because of these two little ones, I can't wear anything nice anymore!" "Just bear with it for a little while longer. You'll be able to wear whatever you want after they're born, alright?" Julian coaxed her like a child.

"But today's the day we get our marriage certificate, and all these clothes are ugly!"

Julian finally understood her frustration. "My Little Bunny looks om good in anything. Besides, the certificate only shows your neck-it doesn't matter what you're wearing." "Really?"

"Of course. Now, stop worrying and eat breakfast. Then we'll head out to get it done." "But we need to hurry! NO. Today's an auspicious day, so lots of people will be lining up," Aurora fretted. "Don't worry. I've already arranged everything. No one will take our spot. All you need to do is eat peacefully." "Okay," she relented, finally sitting down to eat. After spending over an hour getting ready, they left the house.

At over four months pregnant, her belly was prominent. Julian held her hand constantly, watching her every step to ensure she didn't fall.

When they finally received their certificate, they exchanged a smile. "Now we're truly a family. For the rest of our lives, let's take care of each other," Julian said. "Mm," Aurora agreed, her heart full of contentment.

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