Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy didn't feel too disappointed. This was reality, after all, and over the past few months, she had grown used to it. She didn't have much interest in picking out clothes, but Frank was visibly displeased with the way the other women in the store looked down on her. Was it just because her outfit wasn't as fancy as theirs? "Ivy, I think this dress looks great. Why don't you try it on? The weather's getting warmer, and it's tto buy sspring clothes," Frank said, holding up a dress for her.

The store wasn't one Ivy would have frequented in the past, but she knew the prices here-typically around $1,500 to $1,600 per dress if not on sale.

"I don't think it looks good. Let's check out another store," Ivy replied. She liked the dress but couldn't bring herself to let Frank spend so much money on her. She wasn't the sperson she used to be, chasing material comforts above all else. A $100 dress would do just fine.

"I just want to see you try it on," Frank said, immediately seeing through her thoughts. The fact that Ivy was considerate of him made him happy.

From her occasional remarks, Frank had pieced together the person Ivy used to be- arrogant, willful, and never one to think of others. But now, she was a completely different woman.

"Fine, I'll try it on. But if it doesn't look good, we won't buy it," Ivy agreed reluctantly.

It was just trying it on, after all. Since meeting Frank, he'd only ever seen her in plain, simple clothes. Ivy wanted to dress up a little, to show him a prettier side of her. She figured she could always make an excuse not to buy it, even if it meant enduring a few disdainful glances from the sales assistants.

When Ivy stepped out of the fitting room, Frank's eyes lit up. She naturally belonged in elegant clothing and a beautiful home-not living like a Cinderella hidden away on a ship.

The dress suited Ivy perfectly, from its design to its color, as if it had been tailored just for her. She liked it, but she had already checked the price while trying it on-$1, 499. It was just as expensive as she had expected, and with it being a new arrival, there was no discount. Too pricey.

As she prepared to make an excuse not to buy it, Frank walked over with a few more outfits. "Try these on too," he said.

Ivy had no choice but to try them all. The sales assistants, sensing she wouldn't actually buy anything, continued to treat her coldly and dismissively.

If this had been the old Ivy, she would've snapped at them. But now, with little confidence, she could only endure it quietly.

After trying on the last outfit, Ivy said, "Frank, I don't think any of these suit me. Let's just go." Frank had a great eye for fashion-every outfit he picked for her complemented her perfectly, covering a variety of styles. But hearing her words, the sales assistant rolled her eyes. Frank, however, nodded, and Ivy thought he agreed with her. She was about to change back into her own clothes when he said, "Wrap up everything she tried on." "Sir, do you mean all of them?" The sales assistant's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes, all of them," Frank confirmed.

"Frank, what are you doing? I don't even like these clothes!" Ivy protested. She thought one piece was already too expensive-had he lost his mind? Was he really going to spend all his savings on clothes? Frank, however, looked completely unbothered. "I like them. That's enough. I'll go pay. Don't bother changing out of that dress-you can wear it out." "Very well, sir. Please followto the register," the sales assistant said, her attitude doing a complete 180. Watching Frank's back as he left to pay, Ivy felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart. This man...

"Miss, your boyfriend is so good to you! It's rare to see someone so generous these days," one of the sales assistants gushed.

"Exactly! You must treasure such a wonderful boyfriend. He's tall, handsome, and you two look perfect together," another chimed in.

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! "Miss, would you like to check out our latest arrivals? With your figure, they'd look amazing on you!" Now that they realized Ivy and Frank were big spenders, the sales assistants were eager to please. Ivy saw through their intentions immediately. "No, these are enough," she said firmly.

She had already tried on seven or eight outfits, which added up to over $10,000. The thought of it made Ivy's heart ache.

Frank returned, carrying several bags. "All done. Let's check out sother stores," he said.

"No need. I really think this is more than enough," Ivy replied.

"What about shoes?" Frank glanced at her feet. Ivy, noticing her worn-out shoes, finally understood why others had looked at her with such disdain earlier.

"Promisewe'll only buy one pair of shoes this time," she said. "Alright," Frank agreed.

Ivy headed to the shoe section and picked out a pair of simple white flats. Though she usually preferred high heels, they were impractical for work. Flats were much more comfortable for her daily routine.

Frank, however, hadn't missed the way her gaze lingered on a pair of silver heels when they first walked in. As she browsed, he brought them over.

"Try these on," he said.

Ivy was taken aback. She hadn't expected Frank to notice her subtle glance.

"Miss, your feet are so delicate. These will look perfect on you. Lethelp you try them on," a sales assistant offered, crouching down to assist.

But Frank stopped her. "I'll do it," he said.

Kneeling before Ivy, Frank gently lifted her foot and slid the shoe on. In that moment, Ivy felt like Cinderella in alfairytale. She was so moved she nearly cried. "As I thought, high heels suit you best," Frank remarked.

"Sir, you have such an eye for fashion! You must shop with your wife often, the Sales assistant said, !!! her tone filled with admiration.

"No, this is the first time. But from now on, I'll accompany her every time," Frank replied. For him, dressing up the woman he loved was a source of pride and satisfaction. After buying Ivy an entire outfit, Frank finally headed to the men's section. He needed to dress well too-after all, he was meeting her mother soon.

When it cto picking out clothes for Frank, Ivy was surprisingly generous. She believed men should dress well.

"Frank, when I start earning money, I'll buy you clothes," Ivy said. She didn't want to keep spending his money. "Once you marry me, how could I let you go out to work?" Frank said, kissing her hand.

Carrying all the bags himself, Frank refused to let Ivy lift a finger. "Your hands are only for carrying a purse," he told her.

So this was what it felt like to be pampered to the heavens.

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