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.

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 side

to understand her internal

man of his word. If he

side." The woman

pleased Mr. Raymond. He lifted her chin again. "Good. From

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

it doesn't matter who you were. From now on, you're one of my women. Rick will

"Thank you, Master."

Raymond walked over to the sofa

in her body, stepping toward the table

man wore only a bathrobe. His legs were casually crossed, and his chest, partially exposed, revealed a long, jagged scar.

floor, Ivy handed him the cigar with both hands. Mr. Raymond turned on the TV and ordered, "Light it

obedient women. He despised disobedience. With

and pulled Ivy into his arms. Truth be told, Ivy had once been a wealthy heiress,

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

terrified of him to her core. Nestling in his arms, she

Mr. Raymond asked, noticing her

before she could finish, Mr. Raymond grabbed her face. He was

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

the ones I hate the most.