Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Mrs. Giron's words didn't carry much weight on the surface, but to Susan, they were sharp and cutting. She had called Susan a stain on Marcos' life.

"Susan, you must be hungry. I bought you something to eat. You need to eat more to take care of yourself," Marcos said as he laid out the food he had brought.

He carefully poured a bowl of chicken soup, letting it cool. Then he helped Susan sit up and placed the food in front of her, feeding her by hand.

"Marcos, I'm not injured, you know," Susan said, her mood lightened by his thoughtfulness.

"You're carrying our baby now. As the father, it's my job to take good care of both of you," Marcos replied. On the way to buy the food, he had come to terms with the situation.

Perhaps it was fate, he thought. That night had been Susan's safe period, so neither of them had taken any precautions. Yet, against all odds, she got pregnant. This unexpected life growing inside her gave him clarity.

Whatever doubts he had about their relationship were now gone. There was no turning back-he had to take responsibility for both Susan and the baby.

As they ate, Susan's mind wandered repeatedly.

"Susan, what's wrong?" Marcos asked, noticing her distraction.

"Marcos, I've always wanted to meet your family. But you've never allowed it. It's not because they're too busy, is it? It's because they don't approve of me, right?" Susan asked directly.

"Susan, why are you thinking like this today?"

"Your mother came to see me earlier," Susan admitted. At this point, she saw no reason to keep it a secret anymore.

"What did she say?" Marcos' heart sank. He recalled the harsh things his family had said about her before. He couldn't imagine what his mother might have said to Susan's face.

Marcos, I don't care

Marcos viewed her as nothing more than a burden, she'd

had always been clouded by unspoken truths. But now, knowing she

them. In the past, I wasn't sure about my feelings, but now I am. I'll marry you and take care of you and the baby," Marcos said with

you, Marcos. I'm glad

you? Don't worry; I'll handle my parents,"

Marcos knew better than anyone how stubborn his family could be. Still, he couldn't let

murmured, leaning into his chest. Despite all the hardships she had endured, she felt

with Marcos, she was hesitant. Her previous marriage

marriage certificate. She had nothing-not even the tangible symbols of commitment. But strangely, her

trivial compared to having someone who genuinely loved her. Since her

hadn't found it with Hayden, but now, with

happiness didn't last long. One day, Marcos came home with exciting news. His family

Susan thought to herself, no matter how strict parents could be, they ultimately loved their children. Surely, they

early the next morning and tried on outfit after outfit in front of the mirror. Though her figure hadn't changed much yet, nothing seemed to

think I should

when I was abroad, I used to buy fashion magazines just

heart, life no

by love. Hayden had never treated her as a woman to be cherished. The resentment she had buried deep within her had turned

like a flower-when cared for, she would bloom beautifully. If neglected, she would wither

discovered there were so many endearing sides to

now. All they needed was his family's approval, which made tonight's family dinner all the more

I'll wear white. It's a color that people find