Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 503: The Prophet

Aurora walked away with her head held high, pretending as if nothing had happened. But once she reached a secluded spot, she crouched down, hugged her knees, and

began to cry.

She had believed she was strong enough to protect herself and her mother. Yet, her mother refused to let her get involved, wouldn't even speak to her about it.

Aurora felt a deep sadness. She didn't want to just take from her mother-she wanted to give back as well. But her mother shut her out completely. Even though she knew her mother was doing it for her own good, it wasn't the outcome she wanted. She wanted to face everything together with her.

The fear of that curse being real haunted her, but she didn't know what to do. Her mother wouldn't say anything, leaving Aurora powerless to figure out how to protect her.

The memory of her mother's frail shoulders burdened by so much weighed heavily on her heart.

As Aurora cried, soaked by the pouring rain, a shadow appeared overhead. A quiet figure held an umbrella above her. It was Denis Vukic. He didn't ask for an explanation, simply standing beside her, shielding her from the rain.

Raindrops slid off the umbrella, falling to the ground in a rhythmic patter. Passersby glanced at the two with curious looks.

Aurora finally stopped crying and noticed the man standing next to her. "Denis..."

"Have you cried enough?" Denis Vukic's personality was a stark contrast to Julian's. If it had been Julian, he would've pulled Aurora into his arms and comforted her.

But perhaps their relationship hadn't reached that point. Denis simply stood silently beside her, his gaze soft yet pained as he looked at the person before him.

Aurora had always been strong in front of others, but in private, she allowed herself moments of vulnerability. She didn't want anyone to see her weak side, so she chose this quiet place to let it all out.

"Yeah," Aurora sniffled, still hiccupping slightly. She wanted to stop crying, but after such a long release, it was hard to rein it in.

exhausted. Go home, take a shower, change into dry clothes, and then I'll take you out to eat," Denis said, standing tall like a protective

someone he cared about, but he didn't want the light

Denis, since you know about the R family, can you tell me

were so well-guarded that whoever had told Denis must have a

"I can tell you, but only after you've

lip, torn between her curiosity and her exhaustion. Finally,

a bizarre curse could truly exist. And even if it did, there had to be a way to

to shower and change, but as she was about to leave,

right, and obediently dried her hair before heading

before. She

leaned back in his chair, his tone calm. "It's a long story. About ten years ago, back when Daria was still alive, she became obsessed with Tarot cards. I didn't believe in any of it, but she

book, nel5s.com is where the adventure continues.

all for free. The next

find this prophet. It took a lot of effort to convince him to take her as a

eyes lit up. "A prophet? Where

passed, our connection faded. I

his name?" Aurora

who knows if he changed

you his old number,

"That's fine. Just give me everything you know about him, and I'll handle

"I'll gather what I can when I get back. But focus on your studies. Don't let this distract you. Remember why

let go of

she discovered he had sold it five years ago. No one knew where he had gone or

again, but this time, the number didn't connect. A sense of helplessness