Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Denis Vukic immediately noticed the tension between the two, and perhaps because of everything he'd been through, he now believed that love was a kind of luck. If two people could stay together, why waste time arguing? If he ever found Daria, he would hold her like the most precious treasure, vowing never to let her go or hurt her again.

The event was brimming with couples, and to Denis, they all seemed blissfully happy. At least they still had their loved ones by their side. Aurora, watching Denis's solitary figure from a distance, felt a sharp pang of sadness. She had told him Daria wasn't dead, rekindling his hope. Yet, the fact that he couldn't find her seemed to weigh heavier than grief itself.

"Julian, are you sure you don't have any leads on Daria?" Aurora asked, her voice carrying a note of urgency. Denis had done so much for her-helping him now felt like the least she could do.

"Little Bunny, I've told you before-I've got no grudge against Denis. If I knew where she was, I'd say so. When I got back to Clothville, I even sent people to look for her. But if she's decided to start over, she's probably changed her name. Without that, how can anyone find her? It's like trying to spot one star in the night sky. She could've moved halfway across the world by now."

Aurora sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I guess you're right. It's all up to fate, isn't it? If they're meant to be, they'll find each other again someday."

Julian gave her a sidelong glance and smirked. "Enough worrying about other people's lives. You've got your own moment to shine. The perfume launch is about to start-it's nearly nine."

Aurora's stomach churned. She glanced nervously at the crowd of reporters and cameras. "Julian, I don't know if I can do this. Look at all of them... What if I mess up?"

He smiled, reaching out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine. Just breathe. You've worked so hard for this-you've got nothing to be afraid of."

the host stepped onto

had shown up,

warm and confident, instantly drawing the audience in. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! The show is

to play, projected onto a massive screen. Aurora had prepared two versions of the film, and tonight, the audience would see the exclusive one-the story behind

as the lead, portraying a tale of love's bittersweetness. In the public version, the male protagonist was a shadow-a pair of elegant hands, a subtle smile, a

their young love had been torn apart. Candy's character, once

simple yet elegant. Her expression softened, as if the scent carried her back in time. The audience held their breath as a

"Do you like it?"

camera panned to reveal him-a strikingly handsome man in a tailored suit. The crowd gasped audibly. He wasn't just anyone;

of some as the story revealed the reason for their separation-a misunderstanding that had kept them apart for years. The male lead had spent that time searching for her, even naming his boutique after their love. Their reunion was tender and bittersweet, culminating in a kiss that left the audience cheering. The

on, the crowd

event flowed seamlessly into the next segment, a series of interactive games and activities. The energy

by the film to care whether she appeared or not? She forced herself to stay calm. This was Candy's moment, and

audience's overwhelming response

success.