Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy collapsed to the ground, her strength drained. She had never imagined that even her last lifeline, Mr. Raymond, would slip away because of Aurora.

Aurora. Aurora. Why was it always that damn Aurora? Ivy repeated the name in her mind over and over, consumed by hatred. Because of Aurora, her life had crumbled to this state. And yet, Aurora continued to cast her shadow over her.

Dragging her despondent self downstairs, she found Kyle already seated at the dining table.

The other women sat at a separate table, leaving Kyle alone at the head of his. He seemed like a monarch reigning over his kingdom, solitary and unapproachable, exuding cold indifference.

"Miss Montgomery, join us for breakfast," the butler said with his ever-present, polite smile.

Ivy shook her head. "No, thank you." There was no reason for her to stay any longer. Kyle had made it clear-he wouldn't help her.

"Then allow me to arrange a car for you. Transportation is quite inconvenient from here, and with today being the first day of the new year, there won't be any taxis around." The butler's meticulous attentiveness felt almost too kind.

"Thank you," Ivy replied. She didn't refuse the offer. Walking on foot from this place could take days.

Stepping out of the villa, she was met with falling snow, still steady and relentless. After spending the night in the warmth of the villa, the chill that hit her now felt piercing.

The snowflakes danced gently through the air, creating an undeniably beautiful scene. But Ivy's heart felt colder than the frost around her.

The car drove off slowly. The driver, who had given her a lift on a few occasions before, recognized her. "Miss Montgomery, where would you like to go?"

"I..." Ivy hesitated, unsure of where she should head to. She had barely slept the night before, her face still carrying yesterday's makeup, and her entire body felt grimy and uncomfortable.

Finally, she gave the driver her apartment address. She decided it was best to go home, take a shower, and rest. She felt like she was on the verge of collapse. Dragging her exhausted self into her apartment, Ivy was greeted by the sight of Genevieve sitting alone at the dining table, eating dumplings.

night and

take a

too long. I'll cook some for you right now-it won't take long," Genevieve said, oblivious to

quickly went to her room to shower. Emerging later in warm pajamas, she found

up without ever trying dumplings made by

the Montgomery family, we could have anything we wanted just by asking. You

we're still alive and well. After everything that's happened, I've come to understand that

celebrate

a hint of complaint, though there was no real blame in her words. To her, Zachary was still her child, a boy who hadn't truly

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wooden table as a child, with your grandmother chattering away as she taught me. So many years have passed, and now you're all grown up." During their luxurious

about Grandma and Grandpa? All these years, we've never even met

them-there's a reason. Back when I was in school, I was always top of my class. I

the city, your grandparents were overjoyed. But coming from a poor, small town to a big city, I

friends changed. They weren't like the ones I grew up with, wearing simple clothes. They mocked me for

matter how good my grades were-they

in the city

heart ached as she listened to

were everything. But I grew resentful of the

support my education. The allowance they gave me barely covered basic expenses. "So, I bought cheap clothes from market stalls. I was naturally good-looking, tall, and slender. A little effort in dressing up, and suddenly, I caught everyone's attention. "Boys lined up to talk to me, invite me out, and give me gifts. The girls, jealous, continued to

accept it. Just because they were born

were better than me. I was

working part-time during holidays and weekends. That's when

was a married man, but he offered