Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Seeing his face, on the verge of tears, Mio felt a twinge of helplessness. "Don't act like

a woman," she said softly. "All good things must come to an end. It's time for us to part ways."

"Mr. Walsh..."

"After we settle everything, I need you to do one last thing for me," Mio said, her tone calm.

"What is it?"

"Sell this house for me, along with the cars. Leave just one for my daily use."

"Mr. Walsh, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"Me? I just don't want to carry all of this anymore." Mio's voice trailed off as a new thought crystallized in her mind. She no longer wanted this life.

Her private collection of cars was extensive. The house, from its selection to its extravagant renovation, had cost her a fortune. Having grown up in poverty, Mio had once vowed to rise above it all. After achieving wealth, she spared no expense, filling her home with custom-made luxuries, down to the smallest lamp.

And now, she was ready to sell this opulent villa? This house, which she had painstakingly designed and furnished to embody her ideals?

"Mr. Walsh, will this make you happy?" her secretary asked hesitantly.

"I think I'll be happier than I've ever been," Mio replied with a faint smile, her face devoid of pretense or coldness for once.

"Alright..." The secretary suddenly understood. Perhaps this was the life Mio truly needed.

After seeing the secretary off, Mio sat alone by the window, watching the sun set and rise. She spent the entire night there, finally coming to terms with what she wanted to do.

secretary arrived early with stacks of documents and contracts for Mio

I've listed the house for sale. You've set the price quite low, so I'm sure it

I don't have a place to stay? I've already found an apartment.

skeptical. When Mio had bought this villa, her requirements had been exacting. The property spanned over seven hundred square meters, not including the garden

she was suddenly moving to a much smaller apartment. The

A big house feels lonely. Something smaller will be

villa had only one cleaning lady, who came by twice a week. Mio disliked having

then, if you've already decided, I'll help you handle

you're no longer my secretary. You no longer need to follow my instructions. Head to the company-you'll be late

well, Mr. Walsh. But if you ever need anything, don't

"Thank you for all your guidance and

"Go on."

month later, in an office

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President, here are the documents that need your signature today." The secretary's voice startled Rebecca out of her

in thought. Her office was filled with white roses-some freshly delivered, others already wilted. Every day, a new bouquet of white roses arrived, each uniquely wrapped. The delivery person never revealed who sent them,

sending them. What she didn't understand was why he kept doing

the bouquets. When she tried calling him, she discovered his number had been disconnected. She later heard that Mio had resigned from the family business, willingly

overheard in his villa. For the first time

President? What are you thinking about?" The secretary's voice broke through her

give me the documents." Rebecca took the stack of papers but clearly wasn't fully

once believed his kindness toward her was nothing more than an act. Only later did she come to realize that his feelings had been genuine

the brightest light in his life, but

The reality was far harsher than

being bullied. She, who had grown up in

If you're feeling unwell, you should go home and rest. You've been