Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

While others were still racking their brains on how to approach Michael Bardem, Asher had already secured a private meeting with him.

At least their starting point was higher than the rest. What happened next depended on whether Michael Bardem would grant them the opportunity.

Julian approached her and asked, "Does this mean we're succeeding?" "We've only cleared the first step. Let's head home," Aurora replied with a faint smile. The room was crowded, and staying any longer wouldn't yield results.

"Perfect," Julian said, wrapping an arm around her waist as they left together.

From across the room, Walsh had been observing Aurora's every move closely. Why was she leaving so quickly? Meanwhile, since the moment Kyle had laid eyes on Aurora, his thoughts had been completely elsewhere. His growing interest in her only deepened Ivy's loathing.

Aurora had already taken so much from her-why did she have to steal Kyle too? Was Aurora sent by the heavens to torment her? Ivy clenched her teeth, anger boiling inside. She wanted nothing more than to tear Aurora apart, piece by piece. "Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of a dance?" A man's voice broke her thoughts. It was the perfect moment for dancing, and the dance floor was filling with couples.

Ivy turned around, startled, to see a refined and handsface she had never encountered before.

"Are you talking to me?" she asked hesitantly. Aurora's presence had left her confidence shattered, making her unaccustomed to such attention.

"Yes," the man replied with a courteous smile. His demeanor was elegant yet seductive, almost like a vampire. Ivy glanced at Kyle, who stood distracted nearby, and made up her mind. She bit her lip and agreed, "Of course." She placed her hand in Walsh's pale palm, and he led her to the dance floor with a smile. There was no denying the man's charm.

Under his guidance, Ivy found herself blushing and her heart racing. gazed at her with such intense tenderness it was as though she might drown in his eyes.

When the song ended, they should have parted ways, but lingered, showing a keen interest in Ivy.

In her past, Ivy had been surrounded by shallow flatterers who sang her praises only to abandon her when the Montgomery family cast her out.

But Walsh was different-an exceptional, elegant man unlike any she had encountered before. His attention stirred a sense of vanity and left her feeling flattered. What Ivy didn't realize was that she had already becprey in someone else's trap. Mio's extensive knowledge quickly drew her into a compelling conversation.

"Beautiful Miss Montgomery, will I have the chance to see you again?" asked as they prepared to part ways. "Um..." Ivy hesitated before finally giving him her phone number. It wasn't that she had any untoward intentions toward him.

It was just that, in her moment of despair, had appeared like a ray of sunlight, dispelling the darkness in her heart.

He was an excellent listener, and much of the anger Ivy had harbored dissipated in his presence.

At her lowest, Walsh had appeared to comfort her. As she walked away, Mio's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile.

The fish had taken the bait.

Kyle never paid any attention to Ivy's whereabouts. Even as the banquet ended and they left, he remained indifferent.

On the way back to the hotel, Ivy received a friend request from an unknown number. The profile picture was of a handsman with a vampire's allure.

"Mio," she thought, recognizing the name.

Her mind immediately conjured the image of the warm, gentlemanly man she had met earlier. He was so gentle and understanding. Ivy accepted the request.

Moments later, a message arrived: "Did you make it hsafely?" "Not yet, on my way back to the hotel," Ivy replied swiftly.

"I was really happy to meet you tonight." The cheerful smiley face accompanying the message melted Ivy's heart. Her fingers danced lightly over the keyboard, as if afraid of scaring him off.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly. was witty yet respectful, always skirting just close enough to flirtation to stir Ivy's imagination.

Nothing he said felt inappropriate, and the loneliness Ivy had felt as a stranger in a foreign country dissolved completely.

They chatted late into the night before finally putting their phones away. Ivy had never met someone like him before. Because of Mio, the night seemed brighter, warmer, and full of promise.

The next day, invited her to explore Rtogether. Ivy was thrilled at the chance to see him again.

Kyle had never restricted the women around him. To him, they were merely distractions or tools to satisfy his needs.

Even when the women left, he never bothered to ask questions. So when Ivy decided not to accompany him on business the next day, Kyle didn't say a word.

Ivy took her tgetting ready at the hotel. When she went downstairs, she saw waiting with a warm smile. "Sorry for keeping you waiting," she said.

"You're not late. I just got here myself. Have you had breakfast?" asked.

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! "I have." Ivy had spent so much tgetting ready that she hadn't eaten, but she lied instinctively.

seemed to see right through her. "I haven't eaten. Would you join me?" "Sure," Ivy replied, slightly embarrassed at being caught.

"I know a great breakfast spot nearby. I'll drive us there," said.

"Thank you." As Ivy got into Mio's car, she couldn't help but feel like this was a date-a new and unfamiliar experience for her.

Mio's attentiveness was evident. As soon as she sat down he leaned in toward her Staffled, Ivy froze, her body stiffening. Her heart raced, thinking he might kiss her. But only adjusted her seatbelt.

Ivy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Mio's lips curved into a smile. "All set. Let's go." "Mm," Ivy murmured, turning her face toward the window to hide her expression.

glanced at her profile and chuckled softly. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. It's my first tin Rome, so I'm curious," Ivy quickly deflected. "I've been here here a few times. Looks like Til like I'll be your guide today," said gently. "Then I'll be relying on you," Ivy replied, feeling a warmth in her chest.

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