Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

She was the most important person to him? After enduring so much hardship, Ivy suddenly heard these words, and they filled her heart with warmth.

"Alright, I'll wait for you," Ivy said, her heart soaring. She had worried that Walsh would ignore her after returning to his country, but thankfully, he wasn't that kind of man.

"Ivy, who was on the phone? You look so happy," Genevieve asked.

"It was a friend. He said he'd cto spend the New Year with me," Ivy replied, downplaying their relationship. Although her connection with Walsh hadn't been long, she still referred to him as a friend in front of Genevieve.

"What kind of friend? Ivy, if you have a boyfriend, you must tell me. I used to hope you'd find someone wealthy to secure your future, so your children wouldn't have to suffer. But after everything that's happened, you're no longer the little princess of the Montgomery family. I've cto understand that wealth doesn't matter. As long as he's good to you, that's all that counts. Just don't be deceived by appearances." Genevieve's only wish now was for her two children to live peaceful lives. She didn't want them to endure any more pain.

"Mom, don't worry. I know. He's a good man, different from the others," Ivy said, a small smile forming on her lips as she thought of Walsh.

"Different? How so?" Genevieve asked. After her release from prison, she noticed how much her once arrogant and willful daughter had changed. Life's hardships had smoothed her rough edges.

"He's kind, gentle, and I really like him," Ivy said, unable to hide the happiness in her voice. The days she spent with Walsh in Rwere the happiest of her life. It was a stark contrast to the days when she was the spoiled little princess everyone fawned over or the bleak days after she lost everything.

With Walsh, there were no pretenses or concerns about family backgrounds-just the simple joy of being together. To Ivy, he was the person she had been waiting for all along. After being plunged into darkness by the cruelty of others, Walsh was the one who reached out and pulled her into the light.

"Bring him hforto meet someday. I've rarely seen you care for someone like this," Genevieve said, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of her daughter finding happiness.

"Mom, it's still early. We're just starting out. When the tis right, I'll bring him home," Ivy replied. Deep down, she feared that Walsh would reject her because of her family's fall from grace. Dating was one thing, but marriage brought the weight of family backgrounds into the equation.

"Alright, just keep your guard up," Genevieve said.

"I will, Mom," Ivy assured her. Despite her fears, she reasoned that if Walsh truly wanted to spend his life with her, he wouldn't care about her background.

As Walsh calculated his next move to use Ivy, she was already planning their future together. She had suffered enough, wandering through a life of struggle. Now, all she wanted was someone to love and a warm, stable home.

To her, Walsh was the man who made her forget her hatred and desire for revenge. He made her yearn for a simple life.

"Has Zach gone out again?" Genevieve asked, noticing Zachary wasn't at home.

"I asked you to take back the card from Zachary. Did you get it?" Ivy's tone turned calm and measured as she brought up her brother.

"Zach hasn't given it to me," Genevieve replied, shaking her head helplessly. Back when she thought she'd be in prison for years, she had left the money for her two children to survive.

After finding Kyle, Ivy had handed the card to Zachary. But now, Zachary was always out late and sometimes didn't return home. No one knew what he was doing.

"When he comes htonight, no matter what he says, you must take the card back. The money on it isn't enough to squander. I'll start job hunting tomorrow. If we keep sitting around and doing nothing, we'll starve eventually," Ivy said, now without the protection of Kyle, feeling the pressure to make ends meet.

Genevieve pulled Ivy into her arms. "I'm sorry. I couldn't give you a life of wealth and ease. Now you have to struggle just to survive." "Mom, you've done enough. I don't want you to worry about us anymore. From now on, lettake care of you," Ivy said with determination.

If Aurora could thrive, then so could she.

Ivy began by calling her former friends, hoping they could use their family connections to help her find a job.

She never expected that the speople who once clung to her would now be so cold.

"What? Ivy, you're looking for a job? You must be joking," one said mockingly.

"You know my family's situation. I need a job to support myself," Ivy replied, her former arrogance nowhere to be seen.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience athfor free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "My dad never letsmeddle in the family business, so I can't help. I'm off to Paris soon. My flight's leaving. Gotta go," another said before hanging up. One after another, the calls ended in ridicule or indifference. Furious, Ivy threw her phone onto the bed.

These people were masters at riding the waves of fortune. When the Montgomery family fell, they turned against hier Now, Aurora was the only remaining daughter of the Montgomery family. Helping Ivy would mean opposing Aurora, and no one was foolish enough to do that. Once, Ivy was the high-and-mighty princess. Now, she was a fallen nobody, and no one wanted to associate with her.

"Ivy, what happened? Trouble finding work?" Genevieve asked, entering the room after hearing the commotion.

"No, it's fine. I'm looking online now. Plenty of places are hiring. Don't worry, Mom. I'll be fine," Ivy lied.

"Ivy, don't push yourself too hard. I don't want you to suffer. I still have ssavings. It's not much, but it's enough for us to live simply. We can just cut back a little," Genevieve said.

"Okay," Ivy replied, though she knew her mother's money wouldn't last. She had to find work.

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