Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The spring night in the mountains carried a slight chill, but Aurora found herself enjoying the sensation. Sitting by the river, she listened to the gentle murmur of the water and the faint chorus of unknown insects.

"Mrs. Woolf, the mountains are actually quite wonderful," Aurora said, her voice tinged with contentment. "This feeling can only be experienced in person. In the big city, nights are filled with neon lights and noise, but you can't see the stars." "I was worried you wouldn't like it here," Mrs. Woolf admitted, surprised at Aurora's enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Woolf, to tell you the truth, I've spent years buried in work, drowning in endless tasks and overtime. I haven't taken a single proper vacation in years," Aurora confided. These were words she had never shared with anyone before.

"But you're the boss of your company," Mrs. Woolf said, puzzled. "No one controls your schedule. You can take a break whenever you want." "It's not that simple," Aurora replied with a faint smile. "The pace of society is so fast now. If I take a break, there's always the risk of losing the next deal to someone else.

"Humans have evolved for centuries, but deep down, we're still living in a survival-of- the-fittest world. I'm not just the CEO-I'm a ruler. My mind is constantly consumed with how to make the company stronger, how to avoid being swallowed by competitors. To be honest, it's exhausting." "Aurora, you've really had a hard time," Mrs. Woolf said with a sigh. "You cfrom such a good background, yet you still push yourself so hard. There are so few people in this world who work as tirelessly as you." Mrs. Woolf shook her head, feeling a twinge of pity. Though she had spent much of her life at sea, she understood the pressures of modern society. Many women, in pursuit of material comfort, would even go so far as to sell their bodies. Someone like Aurora-wealthy, privileged, yet still relentlessly hardworking-was a rarity. "Mountains can collapse, and rivers can dry up. The only thing you can truly rely on is yourself," Aurora said softly. It was the deepest lesson she had learned after years of struggle.

"Then take this chance to relax," Mrs. Woolf said. "Seeing you like this makes my heart ache a little." "By the way, Mrs. Woolf, I wanted to ask you something. It's about Justin." "Go ahead," Mrs. Woolf said, her curiosity piqued.

"After spending twith Justin, I can tell he's not a bad person. But why did he choose to beca pirate?" Mrs. Woolf looked deeply at Aurora before responding. "It's rare that you don't hate him, especially after he kept you captive and separated you from your fiancé." "I know he's just confused right now," Aurora said earnestly. "At his core, he's a good person. He saved my life. I can't bring myself to hate him. Besides, he's been nothing but kind to me." Aurora's words were sincere. Other than taking her away, Justin had treated her with care and respect.

"Ah, Justin is a good boy," Mrs. Woolf said with a sigh. "Who would willingly choose to beca pirate?" "What happened to him?" Aurora pressed.

"Justin had a younger sister," Mrs. Woolf began, her voice heavy with emotion. "She was lively and adorable, and he adored her. Growing up in the mountains, we all dreamed of the sea.

"Twenty years ago, his family went on a trip to the coast. But they encountered pirates. Those pirates killed Justin's parents and his sweet little sister.

"Justin arrived too late to save them. He was just a boy then, too small and frightened to fight back. All he could do was hide, watching helplessly. Afterward, he approached the pirates and offered to join them.

"The pirate leader, unaware that Justin was the son of the family they had just killed, saw potential in him and took him in.

"Justin was patient. He knew he couldn't act impulsively. He had to endure. Over time, the pirate leader grew to trust and favor him.

"When Justin was a teenager, he finally avenged his family. He killed the pirate leader and those responsible for the murders. But by then, he had taken over the ship and its crew. He knew many of them weren't truly evil.

"So,their leader-not to harm others, but to prevent more innocent lives from being lost. He used the money left behind by the pirates to start a business.

"That ship you see? It's never killed an innocent person.

"Justin uses the money he earns to build roads for the village and help the locals sell their handmade goods and mountain specialties.

"Aurora, I know Justin may not compare to your fiancé. But he's genuinely kind. If you stay with him, he won't harm or betray you." Hearing this, Aurora felt a pang of sympathy. She had thought her own life was tragic, but Justin's story was far more heartbreaking. She was glad she hadn't treated him cruelly.

Mrs. Woolf's words confirmed Aurora's earlier suspicions. Justin did have a younger sister.

"Mrs. Woolf, do you think I look like his sister?" Aurora asked suddenly.

Mrs. Woolf studied her face carefully. "That girl was only a child when she died. I don't remember her features clearly. But now that you mention it, your demeanor does remindof her. There's something angelic and pure about you, just like she was." Aurora had noticed certain clues before-details in the way Justin's room was arranged. "Mrs. Woolf, I think Justin likesbecause I remind him of his sister," she said thoughtfully.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience athfor chapter free. Ther The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "You might be right," Mrs. Woolf said. "When you were unconscious, Justin stayed by your side the entire time. I thought he'd gone mad. "He's always carried guilt over his sister's death. Seeing you must have brought those feelings to the surface. That's why he's so good to you." "He's kind tobecause he feels guilty about his sister," Aurora said, her tone analytic. "It's not love-it's a psychological fixation, a kind of sickness."

"Even after all these years, Justin still has nightmares about what happened. He hasn't let go of the past. If you can help him confront this, maybe he'll finally be able to move on-and let you go," Mrs. Woolf suggested.

"I know what to do," Aurora said with a determined smile. She had read about psychology before. Mental wounds could be even more debilitating than physical ones. If left unaddressed, they could fester and grow worse over time. "What's your plan?" Mrs. Woolf asked.

"You'll see," Aurora said mysteriously.

Just then, Justin appeared, having finished cleaning the dishes. "Aurora, it's getting chilly by the river. Let's head back," he said, glancing at the darkening sky where stars had begun to emerge.

"Mrs. Woolf, you go ahead. I'd like to watch the stars with Justin for a while," Aurora said.

Mrs. Woolf understood her intentions. "Alright, I'll leave you two alone." Justin sat down beside Aurora, removing his jacket and draping it over her shoulders. "Don't catch a cold," he said gently.

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