Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The man placed Aurora on the sofa. Her clothes were soaked through, and he struggled to remove her heavy coat.

From the way she was dressed, it was clear she wasn't an ordinary woman. Every piece on her was a luxury brand, and the diamond studs on her ears sparkled brilliantly under the light.

She was beautiful, with skin so fair that the man couldn't help but stare-until he was lost in her radiance.

"Justin, I heard you saved a woman?" A loud female voice echoed from nearby.

"Mrs. Woolf, she's still breathing. Can you take a look at her? I'm freezing-I need to grab a shower." "This girl is stunning. Look at that flawless skin. Did you fish a Snow White out of the sea?" Mrs. Woolf teased. "She's drenched. I'll need to get her out of those wet clothes to warm her up. You go next door and take your shower," Mrs. Woolf commanded, unfazed by the man's intimidating reputation.

"Fine. I'll carry her to the tub." The man carefully lifted the unconscious woman and placed her in his bathtub. She lay there motionless, completely at his mercy.

"You're staring awfully hard. Don't tellyou've fallen for this girl?" Mrs. Woolf's voice was sly as she watched him, transfixed.

"You know how it is on this ship. We're surrounded by men. Even if a female fly buzzed by, I'd stare at it for a while." "Oh, really? Funny-I heard you saved another woman before, but you didn't seem this interested in her." "I can't stand women who talk too much. Just check on her, will you? I'll be outside." Without waiting for a reply, the man strode out of the room.

When he returned after his shower, his hair still damp, he asked, "Mrs. Woolf, how is she?" "I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" "Start with the good news." The man approached the bed. Aurora was now dressed in dry clothes, borrowed from Mrs. Woolf since there were no women's garments on board. She was tucked under the blanket, sleeping peacefully.

The man watched her serene face and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. When his fingers grazed her skin, he marveled at its softness and elasticity. Embarrassed by the intimacy, he quickly withdrew his hand.

He had touched women before, but none could compare to her. Next to her, those past encounters felt cheap, almost profane. For the first time, he felt unworthy.

Mrs. Woolf observed him silently before breaking the moment. "The good news is she's fine. She probably just caught a chill and needs rest to recover." When they had first pulled her out of the water, her lips were pale and blue. But after soaking in a warm bath, her fair skin now carried a rosy glow, and her lips were a deep red.

The man's mind drifted to a childhood memory-an old storybook he'd read. It described Snow White as having hair as black as ebony, cheeks like rosy apples, lips like vibrant roses, and skin as pure as snow. He had always thought it was just a fairy tale, but now, looking at Aurora, he realized fairy tales could be real.

"And the bad news?" he asked.

Mrs. Woolf took Aurora's hand and revealed the diamond ring on her left middle finger. The heart-shaped diamond sparkled brilliantly, easily over seven carats.

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! "This is bad news for you. She's already engaged-and pregnant." The ring had been a New Year's gift from Julian. Jealous of another man's extravagant gift to Aurora, Julian had gone to great lengths to find this seven-carat heart-shaped diamond. He insisted she wear it at all times, refusing to let any other man think they had a chance.

Aurora had always thought Julian's possessiveness was childish, but she humored him and kept the ring on. Even now, it remained firmly on her finger.

"She's pregnant?" The man's gaze instinctively shifted to her stomach, but the blanket covering her made it impossible to tell.

"Yes, she's pregnant. So, what do you plan to do when she wakes up?" "What else can I do? I saved her life. You know my rules-I don't do things for nothing." "Justin Marvis, from the way she's dressed, it's obvious she's from a wealthy background. And that ring? It's worth at least a million dollars. Her fiancé isn't someone ordinary. I think you should just let this one go. Don't make trouble for yourself." "In our line of work, do you think trouble is ever avoidable? It's late, Mrs. Woolf. Go get srest. I'll keep watch over her." "Justin, she's pregnant. Don't do anything reckless," Mrs. Woolf warned, her voice tinged with concern. She had never seen him so taken with a woman before. Then again, Aurora's natural beauty was enough to make any man fall for her.

"Mrs. Woolf, do you really think I'm that vile? I might not be a good man, but I'd never stoop so low as to take advantage of an unconscious woman." Justin shook his head, insulted by the suggestion.

"Fine. I'll leave you to it. Oh, by the way, the other woman you saved-do you needto check on her, too?" "Don't bother." Justin's tone turned cold. From the moment they met, the other woman had been badmouthing Aurora, desperate to stop him from rescuing her.

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 Theinextiche waiting for you! She accused Aurora of being cruel, yet wanted her to perish in the sea. Didn't that prove who the truly cruel one was?

Moreover, the other woman claimed Aurora had pushed her into thewater. But if that were true, why ut if that wefetrue, were they both in the sea? Aurora clearly couldn't swim, while the other woman could. Something about her story didn't add up. The man suspected she wasn't telling the truth. In fact, the reality might be the exact opposite of what she claimed.

If Aurora were truly a bad person, would the heavens have saved her? She had sunk into the ocean, Yet a' k e dolphin pushed her back to the surface. If the other woman hadn't screamed for help, Justin might never have found her. It was as if fate itself refused to let this woman die.

After Mrs. Woolf left, Justin climbed into bed beside Aurora. She was so peaceful, so vulnerable, that he couldn't help but feel a desire to protect her.

He gently pulled her into his arms. She didn't stir, but his own heart began to race, thundering in his chest.

All night long, he could only hear the uneven rhythm of his heartbeat.

His hand rested lightly on her waist, afraid that even the slightest pressure might harm her. She felt like a delicate porcelain doll-fragile, precious, and irreplaceable.

But the thought of her being engaged, with a wealthy fiancé and carrying another man's child, filled him with unease.

How could anyone be worthy of someone so perfect? He couldn't help but think, I want to keep her by my side.

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