Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Her breathing was rapid. She had drunk some red wine earlier, and her chest rose and fell dramatically.

Even though she knew she was sick, she didn't say a word. He had thought she was fine all along. Placing a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, he realized it was so hot that if he cracked an egg on her face, it might cook through.

At that moment, he wished they were already at the villa, though the driver was speeding as fast as he could.

The driver could sense the growing tension behind him. Whenever Mr. Raymond was in a foul mood, someone always paid the price. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he prayed that he wouldn't be the one to suffer tonight.

A sharp screech of brakes rang out as they arrived. The driver quickly got out to open the car door. Kyle Raymond glanced at the sleeping woman in the back seat. Ever since Aurora had fallen asleep, aside from checking her forehead, he hadn't touched her.

It wasn't that he didn't want to-he didn't dare. The pull she had on him was far stronger than he'd ever anticipated.

He feared her. Feared that he might destroy her.

His hands hovered over her for a moment before he pulled them back. Quickly, he took off his coat, wrapping it around Aurora before lifting her into his arms.

He wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to touch her directly or because of the fierce wind and snow outside-he couldn't bear the thought of her being cold.

He'd already investigated the long-standing grudge between Ivy and Aurora. The day after Ivy had declared Aurora to be the person she hated most in the world, a detailed report on both women had landed on his desk.

Kyle's hands were stained with blood, and Ivy's petty schemes were nothing more than child's play to someone like him. He didn't resent Ivy for her actions.

Everyone had their way of surviving. No one had the right to interfere with someone else's choices.

But while he didn't blame Ivy, his heart ached for Aurora, who had endured torment since childhood. The hardships had shaped her into the brilliant and exceptional woman she was today.

glow. No one knew how much pain she had endured to get

through the floor-to-ceiling

he had imagined. Holding her against his solid frame, he carried her

the butler mention that Mr. Raymond enjoyed piano music. Stretching her limbs, she

look, and her heart

the villa, but this time, he was carrying

was using his own coat to shield

the curtain tightened. She had thought that when he bid on that ruby for her last night, it meant she

she had convinced herself it was because she

herself out of the second-floor window in sheer rage. Kyle had wrapped Aurora in his coat not only to protect her from the cold but

had carried a woman

he carried Aurora straight into his master bedroom-the

any of them. They were always sent to the guest rooms after he'd had his fun. The master bedroom was his personal retreat, a sanctuary no one else could

second thought, he had brought Aurora

sense of urgency. In all the years he had served Mr. Raymond, he had never seen him care so

injured, Kyle would dismiss them with a cold word. There was no tenderness, no lingering embraces, and certainly no compassion. "You'd better handle this carefully," the butler warned the doctor. "This woman

do you mean?" the doctor

the boss might actually

the car door-panic mixed with fury. He

now, it was for

worst. She assumed Aurora had suffered a gunshot wound or some other severe injury. When she finally reached the bedroom, she asked breathlessly, "What's the situation?" Kyle's deep voice answered, "She has a fever. Probably just

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mean 'what'? Hurry up and bring her temperature down!" Kyle's sharp tone cut through the air, as if he might tear the house apart