Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

While others were still racking their brains on how to approach Michael Bardem, Asher had already secured a private meeting with him.

At least their starting point was higher than the rest. What happened next depended on whether Michael Bardem would grant them the opportunity.

Julian approached her and asked, "Does this mean we're succeeding?"

"We've only cleared the first step. Let's head home," Aurora replied with a faint smile. The room was crowded, and staying any longer wouldn't yield results.

"Perfect," Julian said, wrapping an arm around her waist as they left together.

From across the room, Mio Walsh had been observing Aurora's every move closely. Why was she leaving so quickly?

Meanwhile, since the moment Kyle had laid eyes on Aurora, his thoughts had been completely elsewhere. His growing interest in her only deepened Ivy's loathing.

Aurora had already taken so much from her-why did she have to steal Kyle too? Was Aurora sent by the heavens to torment her?

Ivy clenched her teeth, anger boiling inside. She wanted nothing more than to tear Aurora apart, piece by piece.

"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of a dance?" A man's voice broke her thoughts. It was the perfect moment for dancing, and the dance floor was filling with couples.

Ivy turned around, startled, to see a refined and handsome face she had never encountered before.

"Are you talking to me?" she asked hesitantly. Aurora's presence had left her confidence shattered, making her unaccustomed to such attention.

"Yes," the man replied with a courteous smile. His demeanor was elegant yet seductive, almost like a vampire.

Ivy glanced at Kyle, who stood distracted nearby, and made up her mind. She bit her lip and agreed, "Of course."

She placed her hand in Mio Walsh's pale palm, and he led her to the dance floor with a smile. There was no denying the man's charm.

her with such intense tenderness it

should have parted ways, but Mio lingered, showing a

flatterers who sang her praises only to abandon

elegant man unlike any she had encountered before. His attention stirred a sense of vanity and left her feeling flattered. What Ivy didn't realize was that she had already become prey in someone else's trap. Mio's extensive

the chance to see you

before finally giving him her phone number. It wasn't

had appeared like a ray of sunlight, dispelling

an excellent listener, and much of the anger Ivy

Mio Walsh had appeared to comfort her. As she walked away, Mio's lips curled into a

had

never paid any attention to Ivy's whereabouts. Even as the banquet ended and they left, he

the hotel, Ivy received a friend request from an unknown number. The profile picture was of a handsome

she thought, recognizing

of the warm, gentlemanly

He was so gentle and understanding. Ivy accepted the

a message arrived: "Did you

on my way back to the hotel,"

was really happy to meet

the message melted Ivy's heart. Her

keyboard, as

witty yet respectful, always skirting

the loneliness Ivy had felt as

met someone like him

explore Rome together. Ivy was thrilled at the chance to see

had never restricted the women around him. To him, they were merely distractions or tools

to ask questions. So when Ivy decided not to accompany him on business the

her time getting ready at the hotel. When she went downstairs, she saw

for keeping you

got here myself. Have you had