Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 258: Do This for Me

Once, when she was with Paul, she too had briefly been a princess, living in a costly upscale apartment, her wardrobe brimming with clothes. Paul was generous to her, frequently buying her clothes and bags as long as she took good care of him. Aside from lacking a formal status, she had everything she desired; she could wear luxury brands seen in magazines and enjoy afternoon tea with her sisters. As they chatted amidst envious looks from friends, Paul had even promised to buy her a car soon. She had enrolled in a driving school so she wouldn't have to endure the subway every day.

But all this shattered because of another woman.

She fell from grace, like Cinderella at midnight, her beautiful shoes and dress reverting to their original form. In fact, her situation was worse than Cinderella's. When the scandal broke, her strict family was the first to turn on her. She hadn't even entered her home before her father kicked her out, and Paul took back the apartment.

Her previous extravagance left her with little savings, forcing her to hop from one job interview to another, only to have her resume promptly rejected. Unable to secure a corporate job or even a retail position to stabilize and feed herself, she was immediately dismissed by the store manager upon mentioning her intent. Far from a normal, ordinary life, she was now enduring severe hardship.

Meanwhile, Aurora remained as regal as ever, the true embodiment of a noble princess.

"Are you happy now? Look what I've become," Alison trembled.

Aurora had initially wanted Heather to inquire about Alison, but seeing her current state, it seemed unnecessary.

"Why would I be happy? Your present plight is merely the consequence of your past actions. I am neither pleased nor saddened," Aurora said calmly, clearly not delighting in Alison's misfortune.

"Heh..."

Alison laughed mockingly at herself. What else could she do, after all? She had brought this upon herself by striking at Aurora first. It was her fault for not being born into nobility.

As she turned to leave, Aurora spoke, "Wait..."

"If you intend to mock me, go ahead," Alison said, resigned.

they're down is not what I do. You seem to be struggling; perhaps I can

restaurant ahead. I haven't had dinner yet. If

what Aurora might be plotting and given her own dire straits, Alison thought, "Why not see what she wants? It's not like she's

Alison feeling as if she was stepping into a bygone world. When she was with Paul, they often visited such luxurious places- a life of glittering excess that

stall clothes that she had once mocked, walking on the floor so shiny that it reflected her own image,

hand, walked with relaxed, unhurried steps, her spine straight. She had once

"Miss, good evening."

need a table

spot, as Aurora

you like," Aurora offered the menu to

said, "I don't have the

person here was over a

before, and at that time, she had been quite proud of it, but now

pay. Order

to go for it. Would Aurora even dare

wine, a steak, and

who had maliciously hoped to see her

then again, for Aurora, who could easily buy a multimillion-dollar

What seemed like an exorbitant meal to her

"Out with it. What do you want with me? And don't say it's because you

pulled out a check from

changed when she saw the check-it was for