Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The butler opened the door with a stern expression. In that brief instant, Ivy caught sight of a woman lying on the bed, an IV drip hanging nearby.

Kyle Raymond was leaning over, carefully replacing the damp towel on the woman's forehead. The intensity in his profile, the worry etched across his face-it was a side of him Ivy had never seen before.

He was anxious. If he didn't truly care about that woman, he would never look so concerned.

Ivy wanted to see more, to get a better look at the woman on the bed. But before she could, the butler stepped in, blocking her view completely.

"Come with me," the butler ordered, his face cold and impassive.

Ivy's heart tightened as she met the butler's gaze. Reluctantly, she followed him out. "Butler, where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice tinged with unease.

"To the courtyard," he replied icily, pointing to the snow-covered grounds outside. "You will kneel there for five hours before you are allowed to leave."

The words stunned Ivy. She hadn't yet processed what she had done wrong. "Butler, what did I do to deserve this punishment?"

"From the first day you arrived, I made the rules very clear. If you want to stay here, you must follow them. No scheming, no petty tricks," he stated firmly.

"I wasn't scheming! I just..." Ivy began to explain, though she knew deep down her actions had been deliberate. She had indeed been testing boundaries, hoping to prove she was different from the others.

Her boldness had driven her to approach Kyle Raymond and to satisfy her curiosity about the woman he had brought back.

"I don't care about your intentions. What I care about is that you've angered Mr. Raymond. Because it's your first offense, I'm being lenient. Now, go kneel," the butler commanded, his face unreadable.

He had thought Ivy might be different from the others, that she wouldn't fall for Kyle Raymond. But it hadn't taken long for her feelings to surface.

Kyle Raymond didn't want love. To him, women were tools of convenience. When tools developed emotions, they began to desire more-his attention, his affection. And that disrupted the delicate balance of their arrangement.

been brought here because of her hatred, her apparent immunity

her mistake's gravity, Ivy stared at the

replied without hesitation. "Pack your things

Kyle Raymond's side, the butler had seen countless women like Ivy. Fear at first, then fascination, followed by obsession. They all

Ivy whispered to

abide by Mr. Raymond's rules. If you can't,

meant she would never see Kyle Raymond again. She

"I'm not leaving."

face, Ivy's resolve hardened. Without another word, she stepped into the

she would leave, to avoid wasting

their choices. If they stayed for money, so be it. But if they stayed for

Ivy with kneeling was a light sentence. As someone who had fought alongside Kyle Raymond through thick and thin, the butler's methods were far harsher in the past. Now, after turning over a new leaf, he no longer lived as ruthlessly as

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for Kyle Raymond, and all he could do was remind them

knelt silently. A group of women gathered to

with a single thought: she had to

crawled by. Aurora's fever had subsided slightly, though she was still

her temperature and turned to Kyle Raymond. "Sir, this woman's condition is

immediately!" Kyle snapped. Despite the slight improvement,

hospital treatment, even after injuries. Though his life had changed, old

nightfall, Aurora was still unconscious. Thankfully, her

stood by her bed, looking at her fragile figure. He had never noticed before how small she seemed. Were all women

short, but next to Kyle Raymond's towering height,

are

Kyle asked, lighting a