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.

following morning, the secretary arrived early with stacks of documents and contracts for Mio

for sale. You've set the price quite low, so

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

had bought this villa, her requirements

a much smaller apartment. The contrast

person. A big house feels lonely. Something smaller will be better." Mio's tone was unexpectedly patient-quite unlike her

only one cleaning lady, who came by twice a week. Mio disliked having people at her home. No housekeepers, no chefs-she had always managed everything on her

already decided, I'll help you

to follow my instructions. Head to the company-you'll be late otherwise. You're

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

deeply. "Thank you for all your

"Go on."

month later, in an

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

others already wilted. Every day, a new bouquet of white roses arrived, each uniquely wrapped. The delivery person never revealed who sent them, but

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

way of pursuing her again. But oddly, there were never any cards hidden in the bouquets. When she tried calling him, she discovered his number had been disconnected. She later heard

the words she had overheard in

thinking about?" The secretary's voice broke through her

the documents." Rebecca took the stack of papers but clearly

once believed his kindness toward her was nothing more than an

been the brightest light in his life, but she had cruelly extinguished

Mio's childhood. The reality was far harsher than anything he had

a little boy being bullied. She, who had grown

unwell, you should go home and rest. You've been working non-stop for a month, even on weekends. No one can keep this up forever," the