Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy's face had long since becstiff from forced smiles when she suddenly heard Mr. Raymond's comment. A flicker of discomfort rose in her heart.

Who was he referring to? "Master, how am I not like... someone?" she asked cautiously, fearing that a single misstep could anger this man. She hadn't forgotten the butler's warning-Mr. Raymond was notoriously temperamental.

"It's nothing. Continue," the man replied indifferently, too uninterested to elaborate.

Suppressing her unease, Ivy resumed her task. The night stretched ahead, and this was only the beginning. The temperature in the room climbed steadily. His labored breaths mingled with her cries of pain, creating a suffocating tension.

No matter how hard she tried to endure, the torment-so close to punishment-was impossible to bear. She clenched her teeth tightly, holding back the screams that threatened to escape.

In a daze, she instinctively leaned forward, wanting to kiss his lips. But the man turned his head away, evading her touch. His cold gaze swept over her, sending a chill down her spine.

She'd almost forgotten-his lips were forbidden territory. He could kiss others, but no one was allowed to touch his lips without his permission.

What a detached, unfeeling man...

Fortunately, his mood seemed decent tonight, and he didn't punish her for her transgression. Ivy bit down, held on, and endured with immense willpower, refusing to faint.

Don't pass out. Don't pass out. Just endure it. If you can make it through, you'll earn the right to make another request! She repeated this mantra in her mind, driving herself forward.

Afterward, she knelt on the floor. "Master, I have a favor to ask of you." The man, puffing on his cigar, glanced at her. "You're honest. Speak. What do you want?" The bloodied woman forced herself to remain composed. From the moment she approached him, Mr. Raymond had known she had an agenda.

Most women who sought him out wanted something. They offered their bodies, and in return, he found his enjoyment with them. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement that he neither judged nor questioned.

Ivy was not the most special woman he'd encountered, but she was different from those who sought wealth, cars, or houses.

"Master, I want you to helptake revenge. If I can achieve that, my worthless life will be yours. Whatever you wantto do, I'll do it." This time, Ivy wagered her life instead of her body.

It was a well-known rule that Mr. Raymond would grant one request after the act. But not just any request-there were limits. Overstepping them could result in losing everything.

Ivy wasn't foolish enough to believe that one night with him would compel him to deal with someone like Aurora on her behalf.

She understood the price of getting what she wanted. That was why this gamble required a higher stake.

"Oh? I'm curious-who's worth risking your life for? Speak," Mr. Raymond said with a hint of amusement, though he already knew the answer.

Ivy had mentioned Aurora before, saying she was the person she hated most in the world. He'd overheard rumors about the two sisters' feud.

He had no interest in judging whether Genevieve and Ivy were in the wrong, or if Aurora had been too ruthless. Other people's affairs were none of his concern.

"I want you to destroy Aurora. I want her to live a life worse than death," Ivy said, her voice trembling with hatred.

"I see." Mr. Raymond rested his chin on his hand, unfazed. The nmatched his expectations.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When he didn't immediately respond, Ivy grew anxious. "Master, I beg you, please help me." She desperately clung to his leg, her hands trembling.

The man's closed eyes revealed nothing, but when he finally opened them, a faint smile flickered across his face. "Fine. I'll help you." The fleeting amusement in his eyes stunned Ivy. Why did he seem... pleased? "Thank you, Master." Regardless of his reasons, Ivy felt relieved. Mr. Raymond's word was as good as gold. "Leave now," he said, pulling a cord by the bed.

Moments later, someone arrived to escort Ivy out and change the linens. Mr. Raymond never allowed anyone to stay the night-it was one of his unbreakable rules.

Dragging her battered body out of the room, Ivy glanced back at the imposing figure standing by the window. He looked like a king born to rule.

No wonder swomen pursued him for his wealth, while others were drawn to his magnetic presence. Even those who initially feared or disliked him eventually found themselves captivated by this powerful man.

Ivy turned away, reminding herself not to fall for him. He was more dangerous than anyone she'd ever met, a man laced with poison.

The mansion had an in-house doctor. "Looks like Mr. Raymond was in a good mood tonight," remarked the doctor, a woman in her fifties who had worked there for years. Her job was to tend to the women's injuries.

If Mr. Raymond was in a foul mood, the women often left the room half-dead. Ivy's wounds, though numerous, weren't severe.

"Should I thank the person who cheered him up?" Ivy laughed bitterly. She, too, sensed that Mr. Raymond had been in unusually high spirits.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience ath for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "You're still young. Leave while you can, before you lose yourself here. This place isn't for you," the doctor advised, as she had so many others. Few ever listened. "Thank you, but I have my reasons for staying," Ivy replied. Her revenge wasn't complete. Only when her enemy was defeated could she leave.

"Ah... by the tyou want to leave, it might be too late." "What do you mean? Mr. Raymond doesn't restrict our freedom. I could walk away right now if I wanted to," Ivy said, confused.

The doctor chuckled. "Foolish girl. You haven't fallen for him yet, so of course you can leave. But once you do, you'll never escape. He's like a drug." Ivy scoffed. "Revenge is my only goal. Love doesn't exist for me. But thank you for the warning." She turned and left. The doctor could only shake her head. She'd seen too many women make the sbold claims.

In the end, they all fell for him, unable to resist, like moths to a flame.

Ivy, bruised and battered, returned to the apartment Mr. Raymond had arranged for her. From now on, she would take better care of Genevieve.

Genevieve, frail and thin after months in prison, lay quietly on the bed.

Zachary, examining the apartment, exclaimed, "Ivy, you've outdone yourself. When did you get a place this nice? And you got Mom out too!"

"Don't worry about it. Just take care of Mom. I won't let her sufferanymore," lyy said, her heart aching as she noticed Genevieve's graying hair. Gently stroking Genevieve's head, she whispered, "Mom, I've grown up. From now on, I'll protect you." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1