Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Susan felt a strange unease as she watched Mrs. Giron approach. As a child, she had always remembered her as a kind and approachable elder.

After she and Marcos began their relationship, Susan had often suggested visiting his family together. But every time, Marcos had cup with a different excuse to avoid it.

Now, with Mrs. Giron showing up unannounced, Susan couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. "Mrs. Giron, please, speak your mind," she said cautiously.

"Susan," Mrs. Giron began, sitting down nearby with a warm smile, "I remember when you used to visit our home. You were just this tall back then, always chasing after Marcos. And now, look at you-all grown up." Her casual tone eased sof Susan's tension.

"Yes," Susan said, smiling faintly, "people used to callMarcos' little shadow. Even then, he looked after me, and I always loved being around him." "You're just as sweet and lovely as you were back then," Mrs. Giron said with a chuckle. "That little shadow has grown up to beca big star. I've watched every show you've been in." "Really? I didn't know you liked watching s, Mrs. Giron. Unfortunately, I'm no longer an actress. I just want to live a simple, ordinary life now," Susan said, her voice softening as she thought of the child she was carrying.

"I've followed all your shows-and the news as well." Susan's face stiffened. "Mrs. Giron, you shouldn't believe everything those tabloid reporters say. I-" "Susan," Mrs. Giron interrupted, her tone still kind but her words pointed, "the truth doesn't matter much to me. I'm here today to ask about your relationship with Marcos. What is it, exactly?" Susan's expression froze. Though Mrs. Giron's smile remained, Susan couldn't tell what the older woman was truly thinking after all these years.

Carefully, she replied, "Mrs. Giron, Marcos and I are together now. I hope you can give us your blessing-" Before she could finish, Mrs. Giron cut her off. "Susan, weren't you married to Hayden before? I even attended your wedding and offered my congratulations. And now, not long after, you're with Marcos? Is there skind of misunderstanding here?" Her words were like a blade wrapped in silk-gentle yet cutting. On the surface, it seemed like a harmless inquiry from an elder, but the question struck deep.

If Susan claimed she didn't love Hayden, the next question would undoubtedly be why she married him in the first place. If she admitted she loved Hayden, it would raise an even sharper question: why was she now with Marcos? Biting her lip, Susan tried to figure out how to respond. Mrs. Giron waited patiently, not rushing her for an answer.

Finally, Susan spoke, her tone steady but her heart heavy. "Mrs. Giron, I won't hide anything from you. When I married Hayden, I thought he was the one I could entrust my life to. But I didn't realize that I never truly had a place in his heart.

When I was at my lowest, Marcos was there for me. He madesee that he's the one who truly cares about me. My marriage to Hayden was nothing more than an empty shell. It tooka long tto realize that. Marcos helpedescape that misery. From now on, I only want to be with him." "Susan," Mrs. Giron replied gently, "it's not my place to interfere too much in the lives of you young people. But there are sissues with what you just said." "What issues, Mrs. Giron?" Susan asked nervously.

"Young people these days don't seem to take relationships seriously," Mrs. Giron said with a sigh. "It's not like in our generation, where love was treated with utmost respect.

You said you loved Hayden before, and now you say you love Marcos. It took you years to realize you didn't love Hayden. So, what if, after being with Marcos for stime, you meet someone else and realize you don't love him either? What then?" 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! "That's not how it is, Mrs. Giron," Susan said, her voice trembling. "I was young and naive before. I didn't understand love. But after everything I've been through, I finally see where I went wrong.

This time, I truly love Marcos. There's no one else for me, and there never will be. Please believe me, Mrs. Giron. You used to likeso much when I was a child, didn't you?" She grasped Mrs. Giron's hand, her plea earnest and desperate. She finally understood what the older woman was implying-she disapproved of her relationship with Marcos.

At that moment, Susan felt utterly helpless, like a beggar pleading for scraps. But in Mrs. Giron's eyes, there was a flicker of disdain.

That look cut through Susan like a blade. Her heart felt as if a heavy stone had crashed down on it, leaving her in unbearable pain.

"Susan," Mrs. Giron said, her tone still measured, "you cfrom a respectable family. You should understand that every action we take is closely scrutinized.

Letbe direct. If it weren't for the scandals surrounding you and your previous marriage to Hayden, our family would have gladly welcomed this union. But you know how traditional Marcos' grandparents are. How could they possibly accept a second marriage for their grandson's wife? Our family may not be the most prominent, but we do have a reputation to uphold. Marcos is our only son, and his wife must be someone who can stand proudly in the spotlight.

You're a good girl, Susan. I'm sure you understand what I mean. If you truly love him, you should think about what's best for him. Do you really want to tarnish his reputation? Marcos has always been passionate about perfume. He avoided taking over the family business for so long because he wanted to pursue his dream. But look at what's happened now.

He's lost everything. If it were his own fault, I wouldn't say anything. But after looking into it, I found that much of it stemmed from your involvement, didn't it?" Susan's lips trembled. "Mrs. Giron, it's true, but..."

She wanted to explain. At first, she had only seen Marcos as a tool to make her comeback. She had known her negative press might affect him, but she hadn't cared at the time.

If it weren't for her, Marcos wouldn't have clashed with Aurora. Aurora wouldn't have left fok New York, and Marcos' perfwouldn't have faced delay after delay, ultimately leading to his downfall.

"There's no need to explain," Mrs. Giron said, cutting her off. "I'm not blaming yoy. V just don't think think you and Marcos are suited to be together.

Think about what I've said. Look at you-so pale and unwell. Focus on recovering first. I won't disturb your rest any further. I have other matters to attend to." "Take care, Mrs. Giron," Susan said softly as she placed a hand over her stomach.

It was clear to her now that Mrs. Giron's approach had been one of diplomacy first, followed by veiled warnings.

What would the Giron family do if they found out about the child she was carrying? A bitter expression crossed Susan's face.

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