Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The train journey lasted over five hours. Julian sat in his seat, staring at the fleeting scenery outside the window. Four years ago, he had lost Aurora. She had suffered so much because of him. This time, he vowed to find her as soon as possible and never let her leave again.

By the time he arrived at the small coastal town, it was already afternoon. Julian had eaten a quick meal on the train, and as soon as he stepped off, he headed straight for

the port.

Though it was his first time visiting this place, Julian didn't feel unfamiliar with it. Aurora had been here before, and that alone made it resonate with him.

Fortunately, the port wasn't large, and the number of passing ships stopping here would be limited. If there had only been one ship passing through that morning, someone might have seen it and remembered. After all, if it weren't for Genevieve's clues, he wouldn't even know this much. Fate, it seemed, was still on his side.

When Julian arrived at the port, he was greeted by a desolate scene. A few fishing boats were docked, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

He decided to ask around. Observing the people nearby, Julian looked for someone older, someone who had likely spent a long time in the area.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" Julian approached an elderly man who was smoking and sitting on the steps, gazing out at the sea.

"Waiting for the sunset. I come here every day to watch the sea, the sunrise, and the sunset. Young man, what brings you here?" The old man turned to look at him.

"Sir, I'm searching for my fiancée. She loves the sea too."

"Oh? Where is she now?"

"I lost her. I need to find her again. Sir, would you be willing to help me?"

an old man like me do

like this..." Julian briefly

think... At that time, I seem to remember two ships. But I'm not

did the two

passenger ship, the other...

immediately ruled out the passenger ship. It had to be the black one. "Sir, do you

and no flag or markings. But that ship didn't look ordinary-it wasn't a proper

a proper ship? What do you

but I grew up by the sea. Seventy or eighty years ago, it wasn't as peaceful as it is now. Back then, bandits roamed the mountains, and pirates terrorized the seas. My hometown was a small fishing village, and occasionally, pirate

skulls or daggers, and they often had black sails. When I

and weapons, who would dare install cannons on their ship? The people who disembarked looked rough and unkempt-clearly not decent folk. "Young man, if your fiancée fell into the hands of pirates, you might not be able to get her back." The old man exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes distant, as if recalling a long- lost

in that moment. "You must be

ears are clear. I saw it plain as day.

Join us for the complete experience—all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Our port is small. Many ships pass by, but few stop. Most ships prefer larger ports where tourists can disembark. This little port is so small that it can be seen in one

ports. They come to places like ours for water and supplies. I'm

Pirates. It was pirates!

hadn't

they wanted the women to

temperament, if

you must stay alive. No matter how, just stay alive. I will find you. I

grew stronger. He had to find Aurora quickly and get her off that ship

Julian asked, piecing together clues. Many shops now had surveillance cameras. If he could access