Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Over the past three years, Aurora had navigated the competitive world of business, learning its rules through hard-earned experience. Her foray into perfume-making, however, had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

If not for the provocation she had endured at Marcos' place, Aurora might never have chosen to study perfumery. From the initial inspiration to the final product, only a few months had passed. She was far from confident-she wasn't a miracle worker, after all- and the fear of failure loomed large.

When production began, Aurora deliberately avoided large-scale manufacturing. She wanted to test the market's reaction first, reducing risks and minimizing potential losses. As she often said, "Scarcity creates value." Limited-edition items held greater allure. Vanity drove people to covet things others couldn't have, elevating their sense of status.

Knowing the power of competition and pride, Aurora decided that a thousand bottles would suffice. Even if they didn't sell as expected, the loss wouldn't be too great. Yet, as she stood before the overwhelming demand, even she was taken aback.

The plaza, already packed with thousands of people, became even more crowded as Marcos' customers were drawn to her stall. The entire square was a sea of humanity, and pre-orders had already surpassed ten thousand-a number far beyond her initial expectations.

"It seems we don't have to worry anymore. We'll take our leave," Irene said with a light smile. The event was over, and it was time for her to go.

"All right, Irene. A small token of my appreciation-I hope you like it," Aurora replied warmly. Apart from the thousand bottles for sale, she had prepared ten limited-edition bottles as gifts for family and friends.

Irene's eyes lit up at the sight of the special packaging, her joy as pure as a child's. "You've really outdone yourself," she said, clearly delighted.

Aurora smiled. "I still have some work to finish today, so I won't see you off."

Nick by her side. Nick, who hated crowded places, rarely made public appearances unless absolutely necessary. This was precisely why many had heard of Mr.

seemed to have melted away. As she beamed with excitement, he watched her with an amused

sprayed a bit of the perfume behind her ear. Forgetting

she asked absentmindedly,

her mouth when Nick leaned in, closing the distance between

of her, surrounding her completely with his presence. His nose brushed against the delicate skin behind her ear as he inhaled deeply, his warm breath tickling her and

his voice low and intoxicating. After a

thought she had left behind. Though two years had passed, the familiar scent, the familiar

the contrary, he had only grown more significant

to say something, but the

of the event. Though some guests had left, a swarm of reporters had descended upon

you expect such an overwhelming response?"

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised. I'm just starting out

been remarkably successful. Interestingly, today also marks Mr. Giron's perfume launch. You

The reporter was trying to stir

events, and after much consideration, I decided it was the perfect time for a launch. Additionally, the timing had