Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

After taking a day off, Ivy and Frank said their goodbyes to Mrs. Hartwell. Mrs. Hartwell was reluctant to see them leave.

"Girl, once you're gone, I'll be alone again," she sighed.

"Grandma, I promised I'd come back to see you as long as you don't mind me visiting," Ivy replied sincerely. She genuinely loved the quiet little village.

After spending so much time in the bustling city, coming to such a peaceful place felt like a dream. Wandering the mountain paths and breathing in the fresh air, Ivy found it incredibly soothing.

"Alright then, girl, you better come back. Keep my phone number. If I miss you, I'll call," Mrs. Hartwell said.

"Of course, Grandma. Take care of yourself," Ivy said, holding her hand tightly.

Oswaldo's wife had passed away early, and Genevieve had never introduced Ivy to her grandmother. Ivy hadn't had much contact with elderly relatives before, but Mrs. Hartwell left a deep impression on her. She resolved to spend more time with her own family elders in the future.

"Okay, go on now, girl. Don't keep him waiting too long."

"Goodbye, Grandma. Oh, make sure to check under your pillow when you go back," Ivy said, turning to leave. "I'll miss you, Grandma."

"Take care of yourself," Mrs. Hartwell said, her eyes glistening with tears as she watched Ivy walk away.

After Ivy left, Mrs. Hartwell returned to her room and found a stack of money under her pillow. It was ten thousand dollars-money Frank had given Ivy before they left.

The people in the mountains were simple and honest. Ivy had grown tremendously during her time there. She knew that if she handed the money to Mrs. Hartwell directly, she would never accept it, so she left it under the pillow instead.

Looking at the money, Mrs. Hartwell almost burst into tears. "What a silly child."

Ivy felt much lighter. With Frank by her side, life felt more solid and secure. They treated the journey like

had saved quite a bit

Both his parents had passed away, and he had never married. Having spent years at sea, earning money without knowing how to spend it, he

that Frank's life as a sailor meant he had little money, so

Ivy's background as a former heiress. He didn't want her staying in the kind of budget accommodations he was

at a good hotel, Ivy would pull him back. "This place costs over six hundred dollars a night! That's too

you complain about how damp our room on the ship was?

feeling conflicted. In the past, she wouldn't even glance at a hotel that wasn't five-star, but

said, taking her hand and leading her inside. Since Ivy didn't have an ID on her, she waited in the lobby while

spending a month on the ship and coming straight from

you like it?"

six hundred and eighty-eight dollars a night was bound to be nice.

like

already let your mom know we're safe, so we can take our time and enjoy the journey," Frank said,

where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete

onto the bed, which bounced her

"So comfortable!"

good life from

Frank," Ivy said, her face lighting

thank me. You're my wife," Frank said, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her cheek. "This hotel is in the heart of the city. Tonight, I'll take you shopping. You

dressing up," Ivy said, scratching her head in embarrassment. She remembered how, in the past, she would get her nails done every

worn her down. She had become so careless that she no longer even bothered with

I don't want your mom thinking you have no future with me," Frank said with

committed

completely, accepting Frank as her lifelong partner. "Alright, let's buy