Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 191: You Despicable Woman

When Aurora was very young, she blamed Magnus for not protecting her mother well and for his inability to discern right from wrong. As she grew older, she came to understand more: while he was at fault, much of it was Genevieve's manipulation. If one day he were to discover the whole truth, who knows how devastated he would be- perhaps this would be the greatest revenge of all.

Aurora shook her head lightly. "Dad, it's all in the past, I don't blame you anymore."

"I will make it up to you from now on," Magnus replied, his heart growing heavier as he gazed at her face.

"Dad, it's okay, I just wanted to ask about this. It's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest."

"Alright, you rest well too. I'm going to sleep," Magnus said as he stood up gracefully. Compared to Paul's corpulent figure, Magnus still retained a charming presence among middle-aged men.

"Dad..."

"Is there something else?" Magnus turned around.

"That... I think there's something odd about Genevieve, keep an eye on her," Aurora said without elaboration.

"I know." Magnus felt it too, especially when she was around Paul, she seemed uncomfortable.

When Magnus had returned earlier, everything in the room seemed slightly off, sparking his suspicions. When he went to his bedroom as Genevieve was taking a shower, he looked around but noticed nothing unusual. However, as he sat down on the bed to change into his pajamas, he found an object under the covers. Lifting the duvet, he discovered a button, clearly from a man's shirt, which he hadn't worn recently.

mind ignited with fury, recalling Genevieve's sweaty, flustered demeanor. How many men were in this house? He tried to calm the turmoil within, telling himself it

her hair and clad in a seductive nightgown, making it hard for

the way, you came to my office today, why did you go to the fifth floor? My

earlier had been peculiar; she appeared radiant as if to meet him after work, yet she seemed nervous and scared upon seeing him. Aurora had also warned him to watch her. Could Aurora know

elevator; I came up the stairs. What about it?" Genevieve acted as if nothing was

tightly, clutching

riding over walking, elevators over stairs-a trait well known to him

yet she strained herself to mimic a true lady of affluence, paying meticulous attention to every detail. That afternoon she claimed to have gone shopping nearby, but it was odd that she bought nothing. If she had indeed been shopping, the

and she had clearly

The wretch!

ever took. When he emerged, Genevieve was humming a tune, dabbing her face

reflecting on the overlooked details, he realized how much he had missed. Genevieve, patting her cheeks,

bed, always considerate, never forceful like Paul, never demanding degrading poses. Thus, being abruptly pulled into bed

don't want to today," she said, hastily pulling

her refusal now only fueled Magnus's anger, "Give me a

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her, a look she had never seen before. "What's wrong today? Did