Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Denis Vukic immediately noticed the tension between the two, and perhaps because of everything he'd been through, he now believed that love was a kind of luck. If two people could stay together, why waste targuing? If he ever found Daria, he would hold her like the most precious treasure, vowing never to let her go or hurt her again.

The event was brimming with couples, and to Denis, they all seemed blissfully happy. At least they still had their loved ones by their side. Aurora, watching Denis's solitary figure from a distance, felt a sharp pang of sadness. She had told him Daria wasn't dead, rekindling his hope. Yet, the fact that he couldn't find her seemed to weigh heavier than grief itself.

"Julian, are you sure you don't have any leads on Daria?" Aurora asked, her voice carrying a note of urgency. Denis had done so much for her-helping him now felt like the least she could do.

"Little Bunny, I've told you before-I've got no grudge against Denis. If I knew where she was, I'd say so. When I got back to Clothville, I even sent people to look for her. But if she's decided to start over, she's probably changed her name. Without that, how can anyone find her? It's like trying to spot one star in the night sky. She could've moved halfway across the world by now." Aurora sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I guess you're right. It's all up to fate, isn't it? If they're meant to be, they'll find each other again someday." Julian gave her a sidelong glance and smirked. "Enough worrying about other people's lives. You've got your own moment to shine. The perflaunch is about to start-it's nearly nine." Aurora's stomach churned. She glanced nervously at the crowd of reporters and cameras. "Julian, I don't know if I can do this. Look at all of them... What if I mess up?" He smiled, reaching out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine. Just breathe. You've worked so hard for this-you've got nothing to be afraid of." Aurora nodded hesitantly, but as the music swelled and the host stepped onto the stage, her heart pounded like a drum.

The venue was packed, the energy buzzing. Even a few of Marcos's people had shown up, curious to see the spectacle. The music heightened the anticipation, setting the tone for the evening.

The host, a well-known presenter in Clothville, took the stage with a radiant smile. Her voice was warm and confident, instantly drawing the audience in. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! The show is just getting started!" she teased, her enthusiasm rippling through the crowd.

As the lights dimmed, a promotional film began to play, projected onto a massive screen. Aurora had prepared two versions of the film, and tonight, the audience would see the exclusive one-the story behind her perfume. The film starred Candy as the lead, portraying a tale of love's bittersweetness. In the public version, the male protagonist was a shadow-a pair of elegant hands, a subtle smile, a crisp white shirt. But tonight's version revealed his identity in full.

The story unfolded with a sense of longing. Years had passed since their young love had been torn apart. Candy's character, once a schoolgirl with innocent dreams, was now a sophisticated professional, working at a perfboutique.

In one poignant scene, she picked up a bottle of perfume, the packaging simple yet elegant. Her expression softened, as if the scent carried her back in time. The audience held their breath as a man stepped into the frame, his deep, magnetic voice breaking the silence: "Do you like it?" The camera panned to reveal him-a strikingly handsman in a tailored suit. The crowd gasped audibly. He wasn't just anyone; he was one of Clothville's most beloved actors.

The chemistry between the leads was electric. Their shared gaze spoke volumes, memories of the past flickering like flames in their eyes. In just minutes, the film had the audience spellbound. Tears glistened in the eyes of sas the story revealed the reason for their separation-a misunderstanding that had kept them apart for years. The male lead had spent that tsearching for her, even naming his boutique after their love. Their reunion was tender and bittersweet, culminating in a kiss that left the audience cheering. The screen froze on Candy, holding the perfbottle that symbolized their journey.

When the lights cback on, the crowd erupted into applause.

The event flowed seamlessly into the next segment, a series of interactive games and activities. The energy was palpable, but Gemma, standing off to the side, grew increasingly restless.

She had her doubts. Candy was supposed to make a grand entrance, but what if the audience was too captivated by the film to care whether she appeared or not? She forced herself to stay calm. This was Candy's moment, and missing it would surely spark outrage.

As the final segment approached, Aurora felt a wave of relief. The audience's overwhelming response had eased her nerves, and the night seemed destined to be a success.

lan, watching quietly from the sidelines, let out a long breath. The launch had gone off without a hitch so far, and only one thing remained: Candy's appearance.

The crowd began chanting her name. "Candy! Candy!" Gemma smirked, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.

The host raised her hands, quieting the room. "Alright, everyone! Let's welcMiss Candy to the stage! And she's brought a special surprise for you all tonight."

The room fell silent, anticipation thick in the air. Gemma's confidence wavered. Candy had supposedlyn suffered anallergic reaction-a nightmare for any celebrity. Would she really step onto the stage, blemished and vulnerable, with so many cameras aimed at her? The lights dimmed, and the thsong from the promotional film began to play. A figure emerged from the mist, moving slowly toward the stage.

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