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.

you're probably 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

had once failed to protect someone he cared about, but he didn't want the

her voice still raspy. "Alright... but Denis, since you know

whoever had told Denis must have a connection to them. Maybe that person could

replying, "I can tell you, but only

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

And even if it

She hurried to shower and change, but as she was about

right, and obediently dried her hair before heading out

faster than she ever had before. She looked at Denis eagerly. "Now, can you tell

was still alive,

you're loving the book, nel5s.com is where the adventure

next

lot of effort to convince him to take her as a student. Over time, because of Daria,

"A prophet?

Daria passed, our connection faded. I heard he returned to Clothville long ago. He's not in New

name?"

knows

you his old number, but

you know about him, and I'll handle the

I get back. But focus on your studies. Don't let this distract you. Remember why

promised, but deep down, she couldn't let go

former home, she discovered he had sold it five years ago. No one knew where he

Desperate, she called Tina again, but this time, the number didn't connect. A sense