Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy's heart pounded wildly. Wearing the suniform as the others, she stood at the entrance, waiting to welcthe president.

Aurora, on the other hand, was the rightful heir of the Montgomery family and the president's fiancée.

They had once lived under the sroof, but now their lives were worlds apart. Aurora stood high above, while Ivy was reduced to the lowest depths-a situation entirely orchestrated by Aurora herself.

If her life after leaving had turned out poorly, it would mean she had lost. Ivy instinctively wanted to leave, but everyone else was standing perfectly still. If she moved now, it would only draw more attention to her.

After much hesitation, she lowered her head as far as possible, hoping that if she sank into the dust, no one would notice her existence.

As the two of them approached, Ivy felt her heart about to leap out of her chest.

"President, this way, please," the manager said respectfully, inviting them inside.

Ivy didn't lift her head, so she had no idea if Aurora had noticed her. By the tshe dared to look up, the two of them were already inside.

Surrounded and admired by everyone, Aurora and Julian shone like radiant pearls. Ivy, in contrast, felt like a forgotten pebble on the roadside-insignificant and unnoticed.

"What are you standing there for? Get inside. The president's already gone in," someone urged.

"Oh," Ivy mumbled as she hurried to follow. She desperately wanted to avoid any direct confrontation with Aurora, so she quickly found an excuse to slip away to the restroom.

Aurora, however, had already spotted her. After all, how could she fail to recognize someone she had once hated with such intensity? Ivy, who had haunted even her dreams, was impossible to miss.

But Aurora had never been one to kick someone when they were down. Seeing Ivy all but bury her head in her chest, clearly trying to avoid being noticed, Aurora decided to pretend she hadn't seen her.

To Aurora, people like Ivy and Genevieve had already paid the price for their actions. There was no need to pursue them further. As long as Ivy stayed out of her life, Aurora was more than willing to let the past stay buried.

"Why is Ivy here?" Julian's voice broke her thoughts. He had also noticed Ivy.

"Probably just trying to make a living. Don't bother with her," Aurora replied calmly.

She knew Julian had no patience for anyone who had hurt her in the past. He was likely considering firing Ivy on the spot. But there was no need for that, Aurora thought. Ivy hadn't caused her any trouble recently, so why push things to the extreme? Though Aurora didn't say it outright, Julian understood her meaning. Her heart was still kind.

"Alright, we'll leave her be," he agreed.

Julian had brought Aurora here today because this new project bore a striking resemblance to the one they had developed with Michael Bardem in Northern Europe.

It was Aurora's first tencountering such a project, so Julian had specifically brought her along to familiarize herself with it.

The Northern Europe project was a hundred times larger than this one. Julian had warned Aurora in advance, helping her prepare for what lay ahead.

Major projects required extensive groundwork. It wasn't as simple as throwing money at something and waiting for profits to roll in.

Strategic planning and management were essential, and this project required an astronomical amount of capital. Aurora would need to pool all her liquid assets and even take out loans to invest.

With so much on the line, she was determined to ensure the project's success before she could truly feel at ease. The two quickly immersed themselves in work, with the manager explaining the innovative model to Aurora while Julian occasionally added his insights.

Tpassed swiftly, and before long, the workday was over. Yet, with Julian still present, no one dared to leave.

The staff couldn't help but notice how well-suited Julian and Aurora seemed together. There was a unique energy between them, as though they belonged to a world apart from everyone else.

Not only that, but their focus and dedication made them both exceptionally striking. Standing side by side, they resembled a breathtaking painting-captivating and harmonious.

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! The winter evening descended quickly, and darkness shrouded the world outside. Julian glanced at his watch.

"It's getting late. If you have more questions, askwhen we're home," he said.

Aurora closed her notebook. She had been diligently taking notes throughout the discussion, a model of attentiveness.

Looking out the window, she remarked, "It's already dark." Then, glancing around at the staff who were too polite to leave, she added, "Thank you for your hard work today. Everyone can go hnow." "It's no trouble at all! This is what we're here for," someone replied.

Julian cast a sweeping glance at the group. "You can all leave," he said.

"Yes, President," they responded in unison.

As Julian took Aurora's hand and led her out, snippets of their conversation drifted back to the staff.

"You're so good at everything, except keeping track of time," Aurora teased. "Do you even know what tit is?" "That's why I have you to remind me," Julian replied with a smile. "Are you hungry?" "Of course I'm hungry! Julian, I'm starving," she said, playfully scolding him.

"Good thing Mrs. Hill already has dinner ready. Let's go." In that moment, the imposing president and his poised fiancée transformed into an ordinary couple, their banter light and warm.

As soon as they left, the others began whispering among themselves.

"So that's the president's fiancée? She's stunning."

"Of course she is. She's not just beautiful-she's a true heiress from family. She's perfect for the president. And wealthy don't forget, she's also started her own business. Women like her are rare these days." "She's like a breath of fresh air among socialites."

"She has her own beauty company, right? I bought one of their new m products at the faunch last week. It's amazing-light and non-greasy." "I love her perfumes too. They smell incredible. The only downside is the price. My boyfriend bought one for me." "Lucky you! Your boyfriend must really love you."

"Why would someone in the beauty industry be interested in ed in real estate? The president's clearly teaching her the ropes. He's so generous." "Who knows? She's a Montgomery, after all. Maybe she needs to learn this stuff too.

I'm so jealous of her-she's gorgeous, her boyfriend is handsand capable, and her life is perfect." "Exactly. She could have relied on her looks alone, but she chose to succeed with her talent." Meanwhile, someone noticed Ivy's pale face.

"Ivy, you don't look well. You need to pull yourself together-it's only your first day here," they said, trying to encourage her.

But they couldn't possibly understand that every word of praise for Aurora was like a needle stabbing into Ivy's heart.

All of this could have been hers. Yet now, everyone only remembered Aurora.

Who even remembered her anymore? Fate, it seemed, had played a cruel joke.

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