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.

stacks of documents and contracts for Mio to

set the price quite low, so I'm sure it will sell quickly. But after selling this house, where will you

you think I don't have a place to stay? I've already found an apartment. Just over a hundred square

that's enough?" The secretary looked skeptical. When Mio had bought this villa, her requirements had been exacting. The property spanned

moving to a much smaller apartment.

Something smaller will be better." Mio's tone

having people at her home. No housekeepers, no

decided, I'll help you handle the

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

But if you ever need anything, don't hesitate

all your

"Go on."

month later, in an

heads up: .net is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the

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

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 always left at the

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

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. She later heard that Mio had resigned from the family business,

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

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

documents." Rebecca took the stack

with thoughts of Mio. She had once believed his kindness toward her was nothing more than an act.

in his life,

reality was far harsher than anything he had ever shared with

of a little boy being bullied. She, who had grown up in privilege and never suffered a single

If you're feeling unwell, you should go home and rest. You've been working non-stop for a month, even on