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."

demeanor. Despite having lost her memory, she exhibited no

scoffed coldly. "By birthright, I am the rightful heir. Why should the genuine article fear a counterfeit? Ridiculous." Her confident

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

family meeting was set to take place in a luxurious hotel owned by the R family. Aurora entered the car as it glided smoothly through

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, the man who loved her deeply. What would he feel when she chose the family over

with these thoughts during the ride, and before she knew it, they had reached the hotel. A doorman opened the car door, and Aurora

Aurora, this way,"

this hotel one of the family's properties?" Aurora asked, removing her sunglasses to take in the grandeur of the

There are many such properties. While the R family is known for real estate, we have numerous hidden ventures. Once you officially

of the family was

they passed through the grand lobby, Aurora's thoughts shifted. "Grandpa Bramwell, I want a glass of

Carmine bring it to

Aurora glanced at her watch. There were still ten minutes until noon. As the heir, arriving too early might make her appear weak

Elderstone couldn't fathom why she insisted on stopping

juice, but she also helped herself to some pastries. After all, she was eating

her entourage passed by, separated only by a decorative partition.

about to step forward and greet them, but Aurora stopped him. "Why bother? There will be plenty of time to

wish, 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

dessert. "The tiramisu here is

Let's save this for later," Bramwell Elderstone urged, his punctual nature kicking in. This was a family gathering-tardiness was not

"Grandpa Bramwell, let me finish this piece. There's

Miss Aurora, what exactly are you waiting for?"

noticed how 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, why