Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Because of past grievances, Ivy had always despised Aurora. In her heart, she believed that everything beautiful in her life had been stolen by Aurora.

If Aurora didn't exist in this world, how wonderful would that be? Ivy could sense that Frank had sfeelings for her.

Although he was crude and a pirate-someone she would never consider seriously-her natural vanity as a woman stirred unease at the thought of him liking Aurora instead. Seeing Ivy's irritation, Frank quickly explained, "There's nothing going on. I just looked at her from a distance, not even clearly. How could I like her?" "Then who do you think is more beautiful,or her?" Ivy demanded.

"... You," Frank replied. From the moment he first saw Ivy, he had thought she was the most beautiful woman. Besides, back in Justin's cabin, he hadn't dared to look at Aurora for long, so he never even got a clear impression of her.

Ivy's heart eased slightly. "That's better. Letsee what you've got there." Frank, like a child showing off a treasure, handed over the things he had brought. "See if you like them. If not, I'll get you something else next twe dock." Ivy looked at the rugged man in front of her. Though he was clumsy and simple, his heart was kind.

"If I ever get off this ship, I'll repay you," Ivy said earnestly. She knew that without Frank, she would have been lost to the sea the night before.

It was he who had saved her, given her temporary shelter, and protected her in front of others.

"Miss Montgomery, you'd better give up on that idea," Frank said with concern. "If you leave the ship, the captain will feed you to the sharks." Ivy opened her mouth but said nothing in the end. She knew in her heart that she couldn't stay on this ship forever. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would seize it and escape.

Seeing her silence, Frank added, "Here are snew clothes. Change into these-it's not suitable to keep wearing Mrs. Woolf's things." "Thank you." Ivy's heart wasn't made of stone. A stranger's kindness, especially in such dire circumstances, felt like a gift in a storm.

Embarrassed by her gratitude, Frank said awkwardly, "You don't need to thank me. We're all rough men on this ship. Taking care of you is the least I can do." Ivy nodded and took the clothes into the bathroom to change. Though the style was outdated, it was far better than wearing the old, worn-out clothes of a middle-aged woman.

When she stepped out, Frank spoke again. "From now on, I'll call you Ivy. You don't mind, do you?" "I don't mind." "Ivy, letshow you around the ship. You'll have to do the tasks the captain assigns you, but I'll talk to him in a few days to ease your workload." "So, you're saying I'm a cleaning lady now?" Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I know you've probably never done this before, but it's the captain's orders. None of us can disobey him. If you anger him..." "If I anger him, he'll feedto the sharks, right?" Ivy interrupted, her tone laced with sarcasm.

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 really would," Frank said seriously. "For now, start with the laundry. Luckily, we have a washing machine, so you won't have to do it by hand. Just hang the clothes to dry and take them down later. As for cleaning, the crew isn't too particular. Once a week is enough." Ivy pressed her hand against her forehead. What kind of life was this? Why did Aurora get to rest on a luxurious bed while she was reduced to a slave? Frank was an honest man. His kindness to Ivy was genuine, but so was his loyalty to Justin. Whatever Justin ordered, Frank carried out diligently.

"Though the crew only changes clothes every few days, there are so many people that someone is always rotating," Frank explained. "So, you'll need to do laundry every day." Ivy stared at the pile of filthy, reeking clothes before her. She looked down at her hands, once pampered with imported hand creams and perfectly maintained, and now expected to wash pirate laundry? Was this scruel joke? Among the clothes were many undergarments. Just the sight of them made her stomach turn, let alone the thought of touching them.

Frank, oblivious to her horror, began instructing her. "First, toss the clothes in, add detergent, press this button to start, and cback in an hour to take them out." Ivy's face remained cold. "Do I really have to do this?" "Just start for now. When the captain is in a good mood, I'll put in a good word for you." After teaching her how to use the washing machine, Frank led her to the kitchen. "Once you've finished the laundry in the morning, chere to help. These two are the cooks for the ship, Mr. Blackwater and Mr. Stormrider." Frank introduced them briefly. Mr. Blackwater was preparing fish. "Perfect timing. I'm tired. You can take over. Here, gut this fish for me." "Me?" Ivy asked, stunned.

"Who else? The captain gave his orders. Hurry up! This isn't your house, so don't act like sspoiled princess," Mr. Blackwater barked, his loud voice making Ivy almost burst into tears.

Though the past few months had been tough, she had never been treated so rudely. Apart from Frank, no one on the ship showed her any kindness.

Feeling both wronged and helpless, Ivy stepped hesitantly toward the basin. The fish, weighing overten pounds was still alive, swimming in the water. Ivy had never even killed a small fish before, let alone one this size. As soon as she tried to grab it, the fish thrashed wildly, and she screamed. "Ah! It's moving!" The fish slipped from her hands, splashing water everywhere. Ivy cringed at the slimy feeling, her stomach churning with nausea.

"Don't be scared. It's just a fish," Frank said, trying to comfort her.

"You idiot! You can't even hold a fish?" Mr. Blackwater shouted. He grabbed the fish and slammed it onto the cutting board, smashing its head with a cleaver. The fish twitched a few more times before going limp.

"Now, scrape off the scales and clean out its guts," he ordered.

Ivy picked up the knife and began following his instructions, scraping the scales slowly.

If she worked too slowly, she was scolded. If she made a mistake, she was scolded.

Tears streamed down Ivy's face as she worked. How had her life cto this? Her tears fell onto the fish as she scraped, and she couldn't help but feel like the fish

on the cutting board-helpless and at the mercy of others. One wrongm move, and she would be struck down move..

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