Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 469: Loved for Many Years

From childhood, that girl never had the slightest hint of femininity. She was wild and reckless, constantly causing trouble-if it wasn't one thing, it was another.

Perhaps it was because she knew that no matter what mess she created, Denis Vukic would always be the first to step in and clean it up.

At first, he felt helpless about it. But over time, he grew used to it. That mischievous girl never had a moment of peace.

His calm and monotonous life became lively with her presence. Then came the upheaval in their family. Denis Vukic's father died in the line of duty during a mission.

The backbone of the family was suddenly gone. Two years later, his mother remarried Lockman. Denis, already a quiet boy, became even more withdrawn.

It was Daria who tried to cheer him up every day, always coming up with new ways to make him laugh-or torment him. She was like a tiny sun in his world. Anywhere she was, he could feel a sliver of warmth.

As they grew older, the mischievous girl changed. At some point, she began to grow her hair long, started wearing dresses, and stopped clinging to him.

It was all part of growing up. While Denis was glad to see her maturing, there was also a sense of loss in his heart.

He missed the way she would throw herself into his arms, calling his name. He missed the nights when she'd crawl into his bed after a nightmare, stubbornly clutching his

arm.

All of that disappeared as they grew up. He was a boy, and she was a girl.

Later, she began to distance herself from him even more. She no longer walked home with him, and she made new friends-both boys and girls.

Denis watched it all happen. As long as Daria was happy, he told himself, he was happy too. But the farther she drifted, the bigger the void in his heart became.

It hurt. His entire being felt as if it were wrapped in an icy coldness-freezing and painful. Many times, he stood outside her bedroom door, but he never had the courage to go in.

time, he wrestled with his feelings for Daria. His friends teased him, calling him a

like any other sibling relationship. But over time, he realized it wasn't the

towel. She was rushing out of the bathroom to grab something

used to cling to him like a twig was gone. She was no longer the tomboy who rolled in the

draped over her back, droplets of water glistening in the light. Beneath the towel, her curves were faintly visible, and her long, slender legs seemed to mock him with a single

little girl had

his feelings for her had never been

the love of a

upon seeing his sister's body. That night, he had

and tormenting. It left him

feelings for Daria, he could no longer face her. He feared she would see through him, think of him as a pervert-a twisted man with improper thoughts

on, he began to distance himself from her. Though they lived under the same roof, it became rare for them to see each other,

was gone.

with Daria a year below him.

"Brother, I'm in love!"

describe the pain that hit him in that moment. The thing he feared most had finally happened. Despite

Who is

his photo. Isn't he handsome? He's in my department. I fell for him at first sight!" Daria's dimples appeared as she smiled, a sight he'd once adored but now

me meet him sometime," he said, his voice

definitely make him fall for me!" Daria skipped away, her energy reminiscent of

as though someone had plunged a knife into

the entire campus buzzed with talk of Daria

you chase him from freshman year to senior year, you might never win. His heart's made of

I don't believe that!" she

she began learning to apply makeup, walk in high heels, and carry herself