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.

morning, the secretary arrived early with stacks of

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

found an apartment. Just over a hundred square meters-plenty

a hundred square meters? Are you sure that's enough?" The secretary looked skeptical. When Mio had bought this villa,

she was suddenly moving to a

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

week. Mio disliked having people

decided, I'll help you

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

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

"Thank you for all your guidance and care over the

"Go on."

later, in an office at

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

often found herself lost 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, but rain or shine, even on weekends, the flowers were

knew who was sending them. What she didn't understand

she had thought it was Mio's 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.

memory of the words she had overheard in his villa. For the

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

the stack of papers but clearly wasn't

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

brightest light in his life, but

learned about Mio's childhood. The reality was far

nights had been plagued by dreams of a little boy being bullied. She, who had grown up in privilege and

you don't look well. If you're feeling 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