Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 411: A Private Island

Julian gently wiped the tears from Aurora's face. "Go on, take a look. See if you like this belated birthday gift," he said softly.

Aurora couldn't help but think back to that night three years ago when he had whispered in her ear like a devil, saying he would make her an adult. Back then, she had thought of him as nothing less than a demon.

But the gentle man before her now seemed like an angel, the complete opposite of that devilish figure. She nodded, released her hold on his neck, and walked toward the wooden staircase.

The place was impeccably clean, clearly maintained regularly. Aurora carefully stepped onto the stairs.

Julian stood below, watching her ascend. She wore a simple white dress, her dark hair flowing freely down her back. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across her figure.

She looked so natural and fresh, a sight so simple yet so beautiful. His heart filled with emotion. He had spent so many moments in the past watching this same silhouette, convinced he would never have her in this lifetime.

But now, she was truly his. The life he wanted was never about grandeur-it was about quiet, simple moments like this.

Aurora reached the top of the stairs and stood in front of a glass door. There was no keyhole, only a keypad.

"Julian, what's the code?" she asked, turning to look at him.

Julian had already made his way up behind her. Sliding his arm around hers, he gently guided her hand to press the keys.

Aurora watched as the numbers lit up-it was her birthday. "You set it to my birthday from the start?" she asked, surprised.

"This entire island is yours, let alone this house," Julian said with a soft smile.

just met, he still had a way of surprising her, filling her heart with warmth and

the confirm button, the door emitted a soft click

that felt like they had

in, a soft "meow" broke the

glass treehouse were the

room, its long tail swishing behind it like it owned

he for me?"

anyone-not even Asher-that she loved cats. It was a secret she kept to herself. Yet somehow,

name is Biscuit. You can hold him

into her arms. He was a Ragdoll cat, with silky

murmured. Though she wasn't someone prone to tears, she found herself

with his head, showing no trace of fear despite meeting her for

beside her, wrapping both her and the cat in his arms. "Little Bunny, don't

next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site.

of sadness but from a deep sense of

a child, her family had a white cat named Biscuit. He had been her best friend, a part of her family.

Aurora was born, Biscuit was especially close to her. He accompanied her for five years. One day, when Aurora returned from kindergarten, she found him lying motionless in the

wrong. He had barely made it back, holding on to his last breath,

pet. He was her friend, her family. His passing left a hole in

ship, Aurora had shared Biscuit's story with

her arms wasn't exactly the same as the Biscuit she once had, Aurora's heart swelled. She had never owned another pet since then, but she had always

her. "This time, Biscuit won't leave you. I've made sure he's well cared for. He'll be with you for the