Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

A crowd of reporters surrounded Marcos, a scene that was once common in his life. Back then, the questions were always pleasant, allowing him to bask in the limelight with his warm smile, graceful demeanor, and gentlemanly charm in front of the cameras.

But today, the questions were sharp and cutting, culminating in inquiries about his relationship with Susan.

"Mr. Giron, are you and Miss Simmons officially together?" "Is it true that Miss Simmons left the entertainment industry and got divorced because of you?" "Miss Simmons, what do you think of Mr. Giron's press conference today?" The relentless flashes of the cameras were blinding, directed squarely at Susan's face. Flustered, she found the scene both familiar and alien. She had left the entertainment industry stago, hoping to return to a normal life. Who would have thought she'd get pulled into another abyss? Was Aurora her nemesis? Every tSusan crossed paths with Aurora, misfortune seemed to follow. Years ago, her downfall had been orchestrated by Aurora. Now, even though she had left the entertainment industry and had nothing to do with her anymore, Aurora reappeared, intertwining their fates once again.

The reporters' relentless questions reopened old wounds that had barely begun to heal. It felt as though someone had forcefully ripped them apart, sprinkling salt on the exposed flesh for all to see. Susan was in agony, but no one cared. Instead, they trampled on her pride without hesitation.

"Stop taking pictures, please, I beg you. I'm no longer a public figure," she pleaded. "Miss Simmons, just give us a response," one reporter pressed.

But polite interactions didn't sell headlines. The media thrived on sensationalism, disregarding the harm their stories might cause as long as they got their scoop.

Trapped by the reporters, Susan's mind raced through the memories of her life. Her first encounter with Hayden in high school. Her first meeting with Aurora. The first tshe buried her feelings for Hayden deep inside her heart. The first tshe vowed to have him at all costs.

Images of the three of them flashed through her mind. She vividly remembered Aurora's heart-wrenching expression on her eighteenth birthday. Then cthe day Susan finally got together with Hayden, thinking she had won everything-her dream man and a flourishing career in the entertainment industry.

Leveraging the Simmons family connections, Susan quickly rose to stardom, suppressing competition, acting like a diva, and scheming against others.

And now? Everything she endured today was a mirror of her past misdeeds- manipulating scandals about others while she stood radiant at the top.

Her perfect world shattered the day Aurora returned. Anxiety consumed her as Hayden sought Aurora out again and again.

She remembered fighting with Aurora, her rage exploding to the point where she pushed her into the ocean. At that moment, she had thought how wonderful it would be if Aurora just disappeared forever.

But what followed was Julian's relentless revenge, bringing a flood of scandals crashing down on her. Susan didn't dare step outside her door.

Her marriage to Hayden fell apart, and she sought solace in Marcos's arms. She thought everything had ended. Yet today's events forced her to relive her mistakes, dragging her back into the abyss.

"Stop it! Please stop!" Susan murmured repeatedly, her voice trembling.

Marcos, already irate, quickly shielded her. He noticed how pale her face had become, her eyes lifeless, her body swaying on the verge of collapse. Moments later, Susan fainted in his arms.

Thankfully, she fell into his embrace and didn't hit the ground. Already in a foul mood, Marcos grew even more furious seeing her unconscious. Without hesitation, he grabbed a camera that was nearly pressed against Susan's face and slammed it to the ground.

"I told you to stop!" he roared, his voice like that of a raging lion. The reporters, terrified, immediately stepped back.

Taking advantage of the moment, Marcos carried Susan away. Holding her fragile body, a pang of guilt and sorrow struck him.

Perhaps she had done many reprehensible things in the past, but didn't everyone deserve a chance to be forgiven? She had already suffered punishment far greater than her crimes. Wasn't that enough? Susan, born into luxury, had never endured such hardships. But in the past few months, she had been dragged from heaven to earth, enduring unimaginable torment. And even then, people still wanted to trample on her.

She was human, too. She could feel pain.

Marcos's heart ached as he thought about how he had once considered abandoning her. But seeing her so frail now, he couldn't bear it.

He vowed never to let her go again. He would shield her from all future hardships. At this moment, he didn't care about the losses he might suffer or how badly things might end for him. All he wanted was for the woman in his arms to be safe.

She had given up everything for him-her pride and her dream of being an actress. Marcos remembered how Susan had once said that acting was her greatest passion. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have quit so decisively.

So be it. Whatever hardships lay ahead, they would face them together.

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! He carried Susan into the car, which sped away. Before leaving, he cast one last glance at the lively scene where Aurora's event was thriving.

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But when women shopped, price often becirrelevant. It was a battlefield, a frenzy, a point of pride. Customers fought over the perfas if it were a rare treasure.

The registration counters were overwhelmed. Aurora had to bring in meberston ten additional staff. aff members.tom handle theorowe, but even they were En sweating under the pressure. Heather watched the chaos with joy and threw herself into lan's arms. "We did it! We finally did it!" "Yes," lan said, equally exhilarated as he embraced her. "Finally, we can sleep peacefully tonight." As the crowd began to thin, Irene approached Aurora with a smile. "Not bad, Little Bunny. How did you cup with this sales strategy?" Aurora returned her smile. "To be honest, I was worried at first. It's my first tmaking perfume, and I didn't feel confident. If no one bought it, it would've been embarrassing.

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