Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Tina had changed out of her hospital gown and into a long black dress, exuding an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

Even John Walsh, who had once been soft-spoken and gentle at the nursing home, now stood solemnly behind her, his demeanor completely transformed.

When the others saw Tina appear, their expressions shifted dramatically.

"Master," they greeted, their voices tense.

"What's wrong? Did you all think I was on my deathbed? Is that why you've been acting so brazenly?" Tina's voice was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade cutting flesh, cold and unyielding.

Her presence alone spoke volumes. She wasn't just the head of the family-she commanded absolute respect. The instant she spoke, the atmosphere shifted entirely.

Even Mr. Grant, who had been swaggering moments ago, immediately shrank back, his arrogance dissolving like a mouse caught in a cat's gaze.

"Master, you seem to be in much better health. That's truly wonderful news," one of them quickly said, trying to appease her.

But the coldness on Tina's face didn't waver. "If I hadn't recovered, would my daughter have been bullied to death by you lot?"

"Master, what are you saying? We've always treated Miss Aurora with the utmost respect-how could we ever bully her?"

"Whether you've bullied her or not, I'm not interested in debating that with you. Mr. Grant, you just claimed that Mio is the only one worthy of becoming the head of this family. Since when, exactly, did you have the authority to decide that? When did my family become yours to rule?"

From the moment Tina entered the room, she had been targeting Mr. Grant with unrelenting precision. Her years of cunning and dominance were evident. If her methods weren't so formidable, Mr. Grant wouldn't have been so subdued in her presence.

I simply voiced my concerns." "Dishonorable? Fine. Let me ask you this: what is the family's long-standing rule for choosing the next head?" Tina's voice was icy as she stared him down, and Mr. Grant couldn't even

position is inherited by the

our rule. I may have been in a nursing home recently, but I'm far from dead. And yet you couldn't wait to overturn the system? My daughter becoming the head of this family is her birthright. What gives you the authority to rewrite the rules? Who gave you the power to decide? If anyone here has

through the room, silencing everyone. The icy tension in her tone made it clear that she wasn't someone to be trifled with. Those who

family, Tina held absolute control. She was their lifeline, their emperor in all but name. Every privilege they enjoyed, every profit they earned at the end of the year, hinged on her decisions.

was only because Tina's health had declined

Grant, in particular, had taken advantage of the situation, convincing many to support Mio's rise by

remained steadfast. The family had splintered into two

over control of the company to Mio. Mr. Grant, emboldened by his apparent victory, had seen his plans progress exactly as he intended-until Aurora unexpectedly stepped into the

when Mr. Grant began goading

Mio that Aurora needed to be eliminated for him to ascend

ambition, Mio had agreed. Becoming the head of the family had become an obsession for him. He had been

with guilt and unease, ashamed of how close

were nothing like the frail figure Mr. Grant had seen in the nursing home. He was already

the silence. "If that's the case, I'll take it as your consent. From this day forward, Aurora is the president of

declaration was calm but absolute, leaving no

mouth as if to protest, but in the end, he hesitated and said

him. "Mr. Grant, if you have something to say, speak up. Don't skulk

rules are clear, Miss Aurora is... an unusual choice. She

opponent turned out to be

matter. It requires making decisions that could determine the fate of everyone here. I simply worry that Miss Aurora is too

sounded righteous, but they were laced with deceit. He painted himself as the only

abilities? Hah, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day. Erica, bring