Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy felt much better after eating the warm, soft dumplings. Her mood lifted, and after taking a refreshing shower, she realized she hadn't yet reached the worst point-there was still a way forward.

Kyle couldn't help her, so her only option was to turn to Paul. The last time, it was Paul who had stepped in and offered his assistance.

Although Paul had severed ties with the Blake family, the saying "a starved camel is still bigger than a horse" fit him well. He might still have some hidden assets.

Back then, he had casually pulled out tens of millions, a testament to his deep resources. Now that Zachary was in trouble again, Paul wouldn't stand idly by.

Truth be told, Ivy didn't like relying on Paul. Over the years, Magnus had been the one by their side, even though he had eventually thrown them out.

For twenty-one years, Magnus had treated them well. Ivy could hate many people, but Magnus wasn't one of them.

So, even though she knew Paul had been in a car accident, Ivy hadn't visited him once in the past few months.

Paul was lucky. Though he had been in a car accident, he wasn't left disabled or dead. With Eric and Emily's attentive care, he had recovered well.

Several months ago, when Paul regained consciousness, he found himself alive, lying in a hospital bed.

As memories of recent events rushed back, he recalled walking out of the hospital, dazed, holding Kimberly's handwritten divorce papers. He hadn't seen the car coming.

The divorce papers flew into the air along with him, eventually landing on the ground- just like their relationship, which had finally reached its end.

Tears fell from the corner of Paul's eyes. Dying might have been better. The debt he owed Kimberly was something he could only repay in the next life.

The driver's panicked shouts gradually faded into silence. Paul had thought his life was over, but fate had other plans.

"Dad, you're awake." Eric sat at his bedside, looking at him with a worried expression.

really..." Paul trailed off. Over the years, he

for Eric, Paul had initially only brought him back to make Kimberly happy. He didn't feel much fatherly affection for the boy at

learning to crawl, then walk, and finally speak, Paul's feelings changed. The first word Eric

that point on, Paul no longer cared whose child Eric truly was. He treated him as

would leave, leaving

was complex by nature and didn't talk much at home, he remembered clearly all the kindness Kimberly and Paul had

said, feeling a rare moment of

convenience, Eric had moved them into the same room under the pretense of making it

it, and Paul, after his accident, came to a profound realization: the person he loved had been

seen Kimberly as domineering at home, always undermining his dignity as a man. He resented her constant drama, seemingly making trouble for

reason.

always working late, coming home only to collapse into bed

had been her way of proving her existence, proving that she still loved him. Thinking back now, her playful pouting and tantrums didn't seem annoying at all-they were simply her

them were always in close proximity, but they never managed

you! Emily, ever the lively one, was always telling jokes to lighten the

or stay quiet. Sometimes, they found

much time

hospital longer to avoid any potential complications. What Paul didn't know was

they hadn't spoken directly, all she wanted was to be

recovered. One day, Emily had

past, she was always lively and demanding, interrupting Paul's work to

had found her antics frustrating, thinking they interfered with

now, he found himself missing her playful behavior. She no longer acted that way. Instead, she often sat quietly

She had even

Emily wasn't around, the room was so quiet that