Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 537: The Most Hated Person

On the other side of the city, in a luxurious hotel.

A man stepped out of the shower and saw the woman struggling to put on her clothes. "You still have the strength to get dressed? Looks like I wasn't trying hard enough," his devilish voice teased.

The woman on the bed hadn't forgotten everything he had just done to her. Heaven knew how much effort it had taken for her to endure it all, gritting her teeth to stay conscious. And all of it was because of one thing he had said before it began:

"If you want me to agree, fine. But you have to stay conscious until the end," he had whispered in her ear like a devil.

Before coming to him, the woman had heard rumors about his peculiar preferences in such matters. Knowing this, she had mentally prepared herself.

"I will endure," she had said.

The torment lasted for hours. What was supposed to be something that brought physical pleasure had become, for the first time in her life, a living nightmare. She finally understood what it meant to wish for death but not be able to embrace it.

There were countless moments when she wanted to give up, to let herself slip into the abyss. But she couldn't. She had too much left to do. She had to survive.

"Mr. Raymond, I did it. About my mother..." The woman dragged her exhausted body toward the man, knowing his personality well. She knelt at his feet without hesitation.

"As per our agreement, I'll get your mother out," Mr. Raymond said, his tone casual. "But I must say, you're the most resilient woman I've ever met. As a reward for not passing out, I'll allow you to stay by my side and serve me." He tilted her chin up with a playful smirk.

Staying by Mr. Raymond's side was both a blessing and a curse for women. The blessing was the endless wealth and luxury that came with it. The curse was his relentless and often twisted demands in bed.

Whatever he asked for, you had to comply. Otherwise, if you angered Mr. Raymond, he would make you regret ever being born.

him had felt like walking through hell. If she stayed,

saving her mother, she had no background, no status. How could she exact her revenge? Staying by Mr. Raymond's

her lips tightly pressed together. He seemed to understand her internal struggle and released her chin. "I never force women. You can leave. I'll handle

word. If he

I'm willing to stay by your side." The woman clung to Mr. Raymond's leg.

pleased Mr. Raymond. He lifted her chin again. "Good. From now on, you'll stay with

is Ivy." Ivy's whole body ached, but she forced a smile

familiar. Oh well, it doesn't matter who you were. From now on,

"Thank you, Master."

over to the sofa and

body, stepping toward the

and his chest, partially exposed, revealed

handed him the cigar with both hands. Mr. Raymond turned on the TV and ordered,

Mr. Raymond liked obedient women. He despised disobedience. With him, there was no arguing or

cloud of smoke and pulled Ivy into his arms. Truth be told, Ivy had once been a wealthy heiress, accustomed to living

have imagined that one day, she'd be reduced to this-subservient, groveling like a dog to serve another man. Unlike those who were born into humble circumstances and knew how

in his arms, she didn't dare move a muscle, afraid that even breathing too

scared of me?" Mr. Raymond asked, noticing her tense body, trembling like a

Raymond grabbed her face. He was not a man who showed mercy, and his fingers pressed against her

didn't dare make a sound. She was petrified. In that moment, she felt like a tiny

lie to me are the ones I hate the most. Since it's your first offense, I'll