Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 7: She’s a Bad Woman Now

Finally, Aurora set the meeting at a club, which the editor of Veridian Entertainment found odd. After all, who would choose such a noisy place for business? Aurora had her reasons; the club was crowded and dimly lit, so no one could truly identify the patrons.

To make the meeting even safer, she had dressed pretty provocatively for the occasion, wearing a sexy tank top and shorts that barely reached her thighs, immediately drawing everyone's attention. Once innocent and naive, like a little bunny, three years had transformed her into a cunning and enticing fox, irresistible to men. Who would guess she was the sole legitimate heir to the Montgomery family from three years ago?

Aurora was there to craft a different image of herself, to confuse the editor and mask her identity. Surrounded by the cacophony of the club, she had just dismissed the third man who approached her. With ten minutes to go before the meeting, she sat at the bar and ordered a strong drink, which burned her throat like a blade.

Smoking and drinking, she embodied what others might call a bad woman. The editor hadn't arrived yet, and her craving for a cigarette grew, but she had no lighter. Nonchalantly, she entered the men's restroom, knocking on a stall door to borrow a lighter, unaware of who was inside.

Behind that door, the man's face was flushed, his eyes cold as ice, radiating a chilling

aura.

"Damn, those women..."

curse inwardly. He had realized it just ten minutes before, but it was too late; the drug was already in effect. He felt an overwhelming heat and desire, but he was determined not to touch any woman outside;

I borrow a lighter?" Aurora's cold voice broke the silence, igniting his suppressed desires. Memories from

it were yesterday, the woman who had escaped him had returned.

too, the voice of the stranger who had taken her virginity and given her a much unexpected birthday gift. His domineering and sinister voice was etched deep

Demon!

relaxed and bold, stepped back intending to leave, but just then the stall door swung open! The man's iron-like grip pulled her behind

mouth. Pinning her against the door, it was beyond her wildest dreams that

you're the first to ever escape from me; I hate liars," his