Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy had always suspected that Genevieve's past profession might not have been honorable. After all, how many mistresses could claim to be virtuous women?

But this was the first time Genevieve had frankly spoken about her past. The truth was both as Ivy had imagined and yet not entirely the same.

"Mom, this isn't your fault. It's the fault of those who take joy in mocking others."

"How is it not my fault? Back in my day, getting into college was a major achievement, especially in our small town where most people dropped out of middle school or even elementary school to work.

When I got into the best high school in the city, your grandparents were overjoyed. Graduating from that school guaranteed you at least a shot at college.

Your grandfather poured his heart and soul into my education. If I hadn't been blinded by the lure of money, I could have gone to college and secured a bright future.

But I was too young and gave in to the temptation of material luxuries that should have come later in life.

The man who kept me as his mistress had no intention of marrying me. I was left alone to have an abortion, expelled from school, and your grandmother cried for days until her eyes were red.

I'll never forget the cold, lonely feeling of lying on that operating table. But back then, I didn't think I was wrong-I thought the world was unfair.

I believed it was their jealousy and ridicule that pushed me to that point. That's why I fought on my own afterward.

When your grandparents found out what I was doing, they thought I was incorrigible and completely cut me off. They disowned me and forbade me from returning home.

Our family had always been scholars, with ancestors who held high-ranking positions in government. They couldn't bear the shame I brought.

I felt they didn't understand me, so I refused to go back. At the time, I was earning a lot and was addicted to that lifestyle, so I didn't think about home.

this situation, with you and your brother, that I finally understood your grandparents'

me to earn a fortune or live a luxurious life,

morality, and that's

things that would inevitably bring retribution.

consensual-two

on you. Ivy, promise me, won't you? From now

she yearned for most. A quiet, uneventful life didn't seem so

Ivy nodded. "Okay."

at me, rambling on just because I had a few dumplings. They've gone cold now. Eat them quickly and tell me if they're good. I remember you and Zach loved dumplings when you were

prison had changed her. She now cherished every moment she could spend with her

her mouth-savory, even slightly sweet.

one by one into her bowl. Genevieve

you crying, Ivy? Did someone bully

days we spent with the

Given her mother's current health and fragile state of mind, it would be too much for her to bear. Ivy didn't

been enough. The rest was hers to endure

we could ever want in the Montgomery family. We were so used to that

mindset. Our era has passed, and maybe that's not a bad thing. You've grown so much more mature-there's

hardship. What began as resentment had gradually turned into acceptance. Ivy

something gained

of fortune turns. No one stays lucky forever, and no one stays unlucky forever. I've

already-there won't be

suffering is

now-finish your food," Genevieve