Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 6: If It Was A Game They Wanted

As he slowly made his way toward her, Aurora hid behind a nearby potted plant. Hayden pressed the elevator button, and only after the doors closed did Aurora step out. The elevator stopped directly on the 28th floor, where his personal rest suite was located-it was clear he wasn't planning on going home today. An idea suddenly took root in her mind-perhaps it's not very bad to have him as her first target.

Hayden always valued his privacy; there were no cameras throughout the entire floor. Aurora climbed the stairs, familiar with every corner of the building, which also lacked surveillance. She had noticed his slightly dazed expression just now, a clear sign of intoxication. Whenever he was drunk, he would rest in the hotel. Pulling out a card from her wallet, Aurora wondered if the lock had been changed. She tried the card; the door made a slight noise and opened. Three years had passed, yet the door remained unchanged, everything preserved as before.

Holding the card, Aurora felt no sentimentality as she pushed open the door. As expected, he was just as before, utterly unconscious from the alcohol, his tie not even loosened as he lay sprawled on the bed. In the past, she would have tenderly cared for him, but now there was only one thing she intended to do. She quickly stripped Hayden of his clothes, revealing his muscular torso, and the scene from three years ago flashed before her eyes-Hayden, sweating profusely, relentlessly thrusting against Susan's body.

A wave of nausea hit Aurora, and her eyes turned cold.

"Aurora!"

him still asleep, a cold smile playing on her lips. He had been thinking of another woman while they

his hypocritical face so that everyone

of them, revealing only the skin above their chests. Aurora let her hair down, lying docilely in his arms, her long hair conveniently covering her face. She posed and snapped a few photos before turning to leave, her eyes devoid of any fondness. Aurora didn't close the door upon leaving, deliberately creating an illusion. She had thought that seeing him again might induce a rash act, but she found herself frighteningly calm. Perhaps her hatred for them had reached depths she herself couldn't fathom. Completing her actions, she felt a slight thrill-had Susan

lowering her voice, "Is this

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she