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.

early with stacks of documents

so I'm sure it will sell quickly. But after selling this

I've already found an apartment. Just over a hundred square meters-plenty of

this villa, her requirements had been exacting. The property spanned over seven hundred square meters, not including

she was suddenly moving to a much smaller apartment.

person. A big house feels lonely. Something smaller will be better." Mio's tone was

disliked having people at her home. No housekeepers, no chefs-she

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

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

need anything, don't

you for all your guidance and care over

"Go on."

in an office

read the complete version of this book for

documents that need your signature today." The secretary's voice startled Rebecca out

of white roses arrived, each uniquely wrapped. The delivery person never revealed who sent them, but rain or shine, even on

knew who was sending them. What she

in the bouquets. When she tried calling him, she discovered his number had

couldn't shake the memory of the words she had overheard in his villa. For

about?" The secretary's

give me the documents." Rebecca took the stack of papers but

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

had been the brightest light in his life, but

Rebecca learned about Mio's childhood. The reality was far harsher

being bullied. She, who had grown up in privilege and never suffered a

rest. You've been working non-stop for a month, even on weekends. No one can