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.

match and suggested I carefully reconsider our relationship. But, Marcos, I don't care what others think. I just want to know how you feel," Susan

mind. If Marcos viewed her as nothing more than a burden, she'd walk

knowing

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

you, Marcos. I'm glad

you? Don't

Susan, Marcos knew better than anyone how stubborn his family could be.

had endured, she felt fortunate to have met a man who

baby's arrival. While she dreamed of having a wedding with Marcos, she was hesitant.

No marriage certificate. She had nothing-not even the tangible symbols of commitment. But strangely, her expectations for

held seemed trivial compared to having someone who genuinely loved her. Since her pregnancy, Marcos came home immediately after work every day to spend time

wanted. She hadn't found it with Hayden, but

didn't last long. One day, Marcos came home with exciting news. His family had finally agreed to

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

night, Susan was so excited she couldn't sleep. She woke up 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

think I should wear?" she asked

Back when I was abroad, I used to buy fashion magazines just because you were on

he had opened his heart,

all foolish acts driven by love. Hayden had never treated her as a woman to be cherished. The resentment she had buried

was like a flower-when cared for, she would bloom beautifully.

her, Marcos discovered there were so many endearing sides

they needed was his family's approval, which made tonight's family dinner

It's a color that people find easy to like," Susan