Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Aurora listened carefully to Bramwell Elderstone's words. Though they seemed somewhat unconventional, his sincerity was unmistakable. His every word carried weight, leaving little room for doubt. Aurora chose to believe him.

At this juncture, there was no turning back. Aurora could only press forward.

"Tell me more about the people in the family," she said firmly. "Know your enemy as well as yourself, and you will always prevail. If I don't even recognize them, I'll be at a disadvantage."

"Of course. I've already prepared the information for you. I didn't expect you to ask for it yourself. Looks like I really didn't choose the wrong person. There's still some time left-you can take a good look."

"Hand it over." Aurora accepted this reality and steeled herself to proceed.

"I'll leave you to it for now," Bramwell Elderstone said, handing her a stack of documents. Aurora began flipping through them earnestly. The first page was an introduction to her mother.

Her eyes lingered on the photograph. Even though she had forgotten so much, the face in the picture stirred something in her. It was her mother, after all. Even without having met her, the sight of that face brought an unexpected warmth to Aurora's heart.

As she continued reading, she gradually familiarized herself with the key figures in the family-who supported her, and who stood against her. Her most formidable adversaries were led by Mr. Grant and Mio. Aurora studied the profiles carefully, committing every detail to memory. Time flew by.

A knock at the door interrupted her focus. "Miss Aurora, Mr. Elderstone, it's time for us to leave," Carmine announced.

"Alright."

"Miss Aurora, did you manage to go through everything? If not, you can take it with you to review in the car," Bramwell Elderstone suggested.

"No need. It's all in my head now." Aurora set the documents aside and rose to her feet. "Let's go meet these people."

Elderstone observed her calm demeanor. Despite

coldly. "By birthright, I am the rightful heir. Why should the genuine

ahead, he couldn't help but smile faintly. This was the demeanor

in a luxurious hotel owned by the R family. Aurora entered the car as it glided smoothly

appeared composed, her thoughts were anything but. She worried about her baby. These were not good people, and she feared they might resort to underhanded tactics to harm her child. And there was another concern that Bramwell Elderstone hadn't addressed-her fiancé,

they had reached the hotel. A doorman opened the car door, and Aurora stepped out.

Aurora, this way," Bramwell Elderstone

asked, removing her sunglasses to take in

such properties. While the R family is known for real estate, we have numerous hidden ventures. Once you officially take over, all

Let's go inside." Aurora's innate determination flared. This position as head of the family was rightfully hers-how

lobby, Aurora's thoughts shifted. "Grandpa Bramwell, I want a glass

there. I'll have Carmine bring it to you

I'll drink it here." Aurora glanced at her watch. There were still ten minutes until

I'll have it prepared." Bramwell Elderstone couldn't fathom why she insisted

juice, but she also helped herself to some pastries. After all, she was eating for three now. Who knew how long the meeting would last? She needed to make sure she wasn't running on

and her entourage passed by, separated only by

but Aurora stopped him. "Why bother? There will be

Miss Aurora." Bramwell Elderstone noticed how much Aurora had changed. Gone was the softness of three days ago, replaced by a sharp edge. She had been sheltered by Julian's gentle care, which had unintentionally softened her demeanor. Now, without those emotional

continued to enjoy her dessert. "The tiramisu here is quite good. Make sure to pack some for me when we

the meeting. Let's save this for later," Bramwell Elderstone urged, his

usually punctual herself, responded lightly, "Grandpa Bramwell, let me finish this

can you say that? Miss Aurora, what

important stars always make a late entrance? I know many people in the family don't accept me. If I'm overly cautious, they'll only grow bolder. So,