Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

In the past, she never thought about how insane and cruel her actions were. Only now did Ivy realize what kind of person she truly was. Even she found herself repulsive-how would Frank see her? Ivy kept a faint smile on her face. Although she spoke with a calm and composed demeanor, the weight of inner pain was evident. Frank remained silent, and Ivy gave a bitter laugh.

"Of course. Even I hate myself. If you think I'm disgusting and ugly, that's only-" Before she could finish, Frank pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry," he said softly. Startled, Ivy asked, "Why are you apologizing to me?" "I'm sorry I didn't meet you earlier. Sorry you had to endure so much pain on your own." Ivy was dumbfounded. "I hurt people. I'm deceitful, vile, hypocritical-l..." Her words were cut short by Frank's finger on her lips. "I don't want to hear you talk about yourself like that. In this story, I only see a spoiled child-one who felt helpless when her toys were suddenly taken away." Ivy's eyes widened as she stared at Frank. These were perhaps the most unforgettable words she'd ever heard. She had assumed Frank would lash out at her with the harshest, most cutting language. But instead, he held her gently.

"You didn't choose the family you were born into," Frank said. "From a young age, your mother taught you never to let others take what's yours. That's why you targeted Aurora at every turn. In your heart, she was the one who didn't belong. You weren't wrong to feel that way-your mother instilled those beliefs in you. The petty tricks you pulled on her, they were nothing more than a child's pranks." Frank continued, his voice steady and calm. "This is a failure of education, a result of the wrong ideas your mother planted in you. Your arrogance and willfulness were habits nurtured by the adults around you before you even had the chance to understand. Then, you fell from the pedestal of a wealthy heiress to the status of an illegitimate child, cast out of the family, mocked by everyone. It's normal to feel unwilling and resentful. You sought out Mr. Raymond, but wasn't that to save your mother?" He paused, his tone softening. "I'm not saying you were entirely right. You made plenty of mistakes. People should carry kindness in their hearts. Even if you were discontent, you shouldn't have used those methods to deal with Aurora. You've experienced how painful it is when others retaliate in the sway. You should've known from the start that such tactics would only bring suffering." "You... don't blme?" Ivy's mind was a tangled mess. She never imagined that after confessing everything to him, he would respond with such calmness.

"Why would I blyou? You didn't do any of those things to me. The person you owe the most is Aurora. When you see her in the future, you need to apologize to her sincerely." Frank may have been an honest man, but he wasn't naïve. He understood right from wrong clearly.

"But... but when I was raped, and when I willingly gave myself to Mr. Raymond... Don't you think I'm filthy?" Ivy's voice trembled as she spoke.

"I only hate that I wasn't by your side then," Frank said, his voice filled with regret. "I hate that I didn't meet you sooner, to stop you from making mistake after mistake. As you said, you've done many wrong things, but you've also suffered so much. I feel sorry for you-l don't have tto blyou." That night on the ship, he had already realized she wasn't a virgin. Back then, Ivy hadn't intended to develop anything with him, so there was no reason for him to dwell on it. But now, she truly wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, to be his wife. Many men cared about such things, and Frank was a traditional and honest man. She never expected him to be this forgiving.

"Did you willingly let a beggar rape you?" Frank asked suddenly.

Ivy shook her head violently. How could she have been willing? That day, she had screamed herself hoarse, but no one cto save her.

"Did you approach Mr. Raymond for wealth and luxury?" Again, she shook her head. At the time, she had begged many people, but no one was willing to help Genevieve. She had no choice but to take the most desperate path.

"The only one you were willing with was Mio," Frank said, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But he lied to you. He used you as a pawn." Ivy stared at him in shock. "A pawn? What do you mean?"

"Sometimes, those involved in a situation can't see it clearly, but outsiders can. It seems you've never questioned why cinto your life. You ou said you met him in Rome, that he approached you first, danced with you, then took you sightseeing. You quickly entered a relationship. Did it never occur to you to question his intentions? He's Aurora's cousin, and you have so much history with Aurora. What if he knew who you were from the start and wanted to use you to harm her?" After her breakup with Mio, Ivy had never considered such a possibility. She only thought she hadn't been good enough, which was why he didn't love her anymore. "Useto harm Aurora? Why would he go to such lengths?" Ivy asked, confused.

"Because, as he once told you, he wants to be the head of the family. As long as Aurora is alive, she's an obstacle in his path. He wants to eliminate her. I don't know why he went to such great lengths to use you, but from everything you've told me, it's clear he never truly cared for you. He was guiding you, step by step, to do his bidding. The best proof of this is the incident where you fell into the sea.

"You said you tried to stab Aurora with a knife, but she fell from the railing into the ocean before you could act. While you were standing there in shock, someone pushed you into the sea as well. Have you ever wondered who pushed you? That luxury yacht had excellent safety measures. How could the railing just happen to fail? Someone tampered with it beforehand. After Aurora fell into the water, they pushed you too. "Tell me, what would people think? You and Aurora had long-standing grudges. Everyone would say it was a fight between sisters, and smight even claim you killed her out of spite. But Mio? He would walk away without a scratch. All the blwould fall on you. "Ivy, do you know why he broke up with you so suddenly? It's because you were no longer useful. A pawn that has lost its value is discarded."

Frank's analysis was methodical and precise. He had always been a bookish person, the type who would've been a scholar in ancient times. Ivy clung tightly to his shirt, her emotions surging. The sting of betrayal hit her hard. She remembered how Genevieve had disapproved of her relationship with Mio, warning her repeatedly. Genevieve had been right-her instincts were sharp. But back then, Ivy had been blinded by the joy of love and didn't think twice. Now, when she recalled Mio's face, all she could feel was disgust. "Ivy," Frank said gently, "you're not a bad person. You were just born into the wrong family and shaped into who you are today. Promise me, from now on, don't hurt others anymore, okay?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1