Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Mira's words made Julian want to laugh. "When you treat love like business, you've already lost it." "Am I wrong? Love also requires management. A lover is just like your employees-if the benefits are good, she'll stay with you. But if you're penniless, who would choose to follow you?" "Your business instincts are sharp, but you're missing the most important point. A lover is not an employee. In fact, a lover is far more complicated than an employee.

With employees, you just need to pay them regularly, throw in sperformance bonuses now and then. But with a lover, what you give might not necessarily be money, but it will always be your energy.

If you truly fall in love, you'll understand what I mean. She feels like an egg in your hand, with only a thin, fragile shell. You're terrified of breaking her, so you do everything you can to protect her, to care for her. You want her to be happy, and her happiness makes you happy in return.

Love isn't something for one phase of life. It's something you dedicate your entire lifetto. What you feel forisn't love-it's possession and conquest.

We are both strong, Mira. You're eager to conquer a man stronger than you, just to feel a sense of fulfillment. But true love has nothing to do with benefits, conquest, or possession. It's simply wanting the person you love to live well." Julian's voice suddenly softened, so gentle that it was almost unrecognizable as the voice of the sharp and commanding man known in the business world.

Mira gazed at his gentle profile, and her heart stirred. If she hadn't known before what it meant to love someone, at that moment, she realized she truly liked him.

She liked this man who deeply loved another woman, a man who only showed such tenderness for that one person.

"You're saying that as long as she's living well, even if she marries someone else, it won't matter to you? If she falls in love with someone else, would you willingly stand aside and attend her wedding? I doubt it. No one is a saint. The more you love her, the less you'll be able to tolerate her being with someone else.

You'll feel jealous. You'll seize her. You'll go mad trying to bring her back to your side. You're only saying all of this because she loves you back, and you know it." Mira wasn't convinced by Julian's words. She stood up. "If you can truly let her marry someone else without a shred of possessiveness, then I'll let go, too." With that, she turned and left. Julian sat alone on the couch. Before he had been with Aurora, he could endure it. But now that they were together, his love for her had only grown. The idea of letting go, of watching her marry another man and have children, was impossible for him.

Mira's words, however, served as a reminder. He needed to quickly wrap up matters here and head back. No one knew better than him how irresistible his Little Bunny was.

He wouldn't give anyone the chance to get close to her. Just as Mira had said, he loved Aurora, and fortunately, Aurora loved him back. No one in this lifetcould ever keep them apart.

He stubbed out his cigarette, glancing at the time. Aurora should be fast asleep by now. He had thought about calling to hear her voice, but he couldn't bring himself to wake her.

So instead, he picked up his phone and typed out a short message before heading to the bathroom to wash off the fatigue of the day.

Aurora awoke after a full night's sleep. Perhaps it was the sudden shifts between hot and cold the day before, or the fact that she hadn't dressed warmly enough, but she felt a bit under the weather. Her head felt heavy. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she checked the time. The first thing that caught her eye was an unread message: "Baby, I love you." If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! He always called her Little Bunny or Aurora, but this was the first the had called her "baby." The message, sent late at night, was only five words long, but Aurora could feel the weight behind it.

She wanted to tell him that she loved him too, that she missed him deeply.

Because of that simple message, her morning seemed brighter. Holding her dizzy head, she got out of bed and looked out the window at the falling snow. This year's snow seemed heavier than usual.

It had only stopped for ten days, and now it was falling again, blanketing the world in white.

She went downstairs to ask Mrs. Hill for scold medicine.

Mrs. Hill, as always, was nagging her. "Miss, I told you last night that you were dressed too lightly. How could you leave the house in this freezing weather without a coat? And now look, you've caught a cold." With Tina gone, Mrs. Hill's nagging felt almost motherly. Watching the heavy snowfall outside, Aurora couldn't help but wonder how her mother was doing in New York.

Her mother's birthday was only a few months away, but Aurora was still worried about that cursed prophecy. Unfortunately, her mother wouldn't even take her calls now. Trying to get close to her seemed impossible.

"Miss, you look upset. Are you feeling unwell? Maybe you should take the day off from work," Mrs. Hill suggested, noticing the sadness in Aurora's expression.

"It's fine. Just bringsbreakfast. I'll take the cold medicine after I eat," Aurora replied, shaking her head. Her mother would be fine. It was the 21st century-believing in curses seemed ridiculous.

Mrs. Hill didn't press further. She knew her young mistress well. Aurora was headstrong, and once she made a decision, no one could persuade her otherwise.

After taking her medicine, Aurora went to work as usual. Illness was never an excuse for her.

She still hadn't secured the ruby last night, and she planned to revise her proposal today.

On top of that, her skincare brand had numerous matters that required her attention-packaging design, O advertising campaigns, and more.

Everything depended on her decisions. This was the path she had chosen, and no matter how hard it got, she would never complain. She would keep moving forward, as she always had.

When she got to the office, Heather seemed to have nothing urgent, report. Aurora, however, was feeling a Aurora bit worn out, likely from the cold medicine. She had already taken a nap in the car on the way over. She asked someone to bring her a cup of coffee to perk up. Just as she was about to take a sip, there was a knock on her office door.

Heather entered, carrying a gray and white round box. "Miss Montgomery, someone sent you flowers." "Flowers?" Aurora immediately thought of the message she had received earlier that morning. Could Julian have sent them? The thought of him made her heart soften. "Bring it here."

Heather placed the flower box on Aurora's desk. The box was om exquisitely crafted, predominantly gray with black silk ribbons wrapped elegantly around the edges. The opening was adorned with a delicate silver petal. Even without seeing the flowers inside, the box alone exuded sophistication.

Heather, standing to the side, couldn't help but admire it. "This flower box is so beautiful. It must be from Mr. Barnet. Who else could be so thoughtful?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1