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 a road

as wealthy as Justin, had saved quite a bit over the years, with nearly ten

aunt. Both his parents had passed away, and he had never married. Having spent years at sea,

as a sailor meant he had little

when staying at hotels, Frank would consider Ivy's background as a former heiress. He didn't want her staying in the kind of budget accommodations he was used to. He always tried to find

time he suggested staying at a good hotel, Ivy would pull him back. "This place costs over six hundred dollars a

Didn't you complain about how damp our room on the ship was? Now we can stay somewhere bright and spacious,"

waste money like this," Ivy said, feeling conflicted. In the past, she wouldn't even glance at a

an ID on her, she waited in the lobby while he checked them in. Once the room was ready, they went

a month on the ship and coming straight from the

like it?" Frank

to be nice.

I like it," she

traveling so much, you must be tired. We've already let your mom know we're safe, so

the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly

flopped onto the bed, which bounced her right back up with its perfect

"So comfortable!"

life from now on,"

you, Frank," Ivy said, her face lighting

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

how, in the past, she would get her nails done every week, wear the

worn her down. She had become so careless that

to go back in style. I don't want

was a man of integrity. Once he committed to someone, he

her lifelong partner. "Alright, let's buy a few