Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 317: The Prisoner

Phil really seemed like what Julian had described when he arrived; he was as energetic like a five year old, despite Aurora thinking he would be exhausted from such a long flight. After showering, he was jumping around like a monkey.

Having grown up in the city, he was used to bustling street scenes, and the traditional architecture of Montgomery Manor seemed novel to him. He explored everything with the glee of a child, and to Aurora, he was just a big boy.

"Your cousin's personality is so different from yours," Aurora remarked again. Julian calmly replied, "It's not our personalities that differ, but our childhoods."

Aurora vaguely knew about his status as an illegitimate child, but she had never really delved into Julian's past.

"Julian, I've never asked about your childhood. Why did your ship sink in the ocean back then?" As a child, Aurora hadn't thought much about it, but now she was full of questions.

"Do you want to hear it?" Julian asked.

"Yes," she replied.

stood at the second-floor railing. Julian embraced her, and they looked out together, the wind

was born into a prestigious family, blessed with beauty and an enviable lineage. There were three daughters at home. My grandfather was quite progressive and did not resent my grandmother for not bearing a son.

expected to shoulder heavy responsibilities, yet she disliked business from a young age and preferred painting. She was also not fond of the place she lived in, feeling she

ladies with oil-paper umbrellas; to witness the vast grasslands, where even after many years, people still rode horses and sang across the expansive plains; to visit the foot of the mountains and see the blooming

that my grandfather's influence could not bring her back. Even

truly passionate. Her spirit was free and should not be caged. She should be like an eagle in the desert mountains, soaring high where no one can bind her. She

for three years, my grandfather truly let her go. He thought of her as a spirited

she left, she would never return. Sometimes she missed home and would secretly video chat with my aunt and grandmother. She excitedly shared her adventures and the interesting things she encountered, while my grandfather listened quietly to her voice in the background. She considered returning home, but feared that my grandfather wouldn't allow her to leave again. She decided to wait until she had seen enough of the world and grown tired of that life before returning. My grandmother and aunt thought the same, little knowing

cold, and Aurora knew who he was

about my mother's age, much like many clichéd stories. He appeared when my mother was being harassed by villains, but in my mother's eyes, he was just a kind uncle. A somewhat like-minded uncle; they traveled countries together, and having a man by her side made her feel safer. She saw him as a confidant, but he harbored vile