Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 469: Loved for Many Years From childhood, that girl never had the slightest hint of femininity. She was wild and reckless, constantly causing trouble-if it wasn't one thing, it was another.

Perhaps it was because she knew that no matter what mess she created, Denis Vukic would always be the first to step in and clean it up.

At first, he felt helpless about it. But over time, he grew used to it. That mischievous girl never had a moment of peace.

His calm and monotonous life beclively with her presence. Then cthe upheaval in their family. Denis Vukic's father died in the line of duty during a mission.

The backbone of the family was suddenly gone. Two years later, his mother remarried Lockman. Denis, already a quiet boy, beceven more withdrawn.

It was Daria who tried to cheer him up every day, always coming up with new ways to make him laugh-or torment him. She was like a tiny sun in his world. Anywhere she was, he could feel a sliver of warmth.

As they grew older, the mischievous girl changed. At spoint, she began to grow her hair long, started wearing dresses, and stopped clinging to him.

It was all part of growing up. While Denis was glad to see her maturing, there was also a sense of loss in his heart.

He missed the way she would throw herself into his arms, calling his name. He missed the nights when she'd crawl into his bed after a nightmare, stubbornly clutching his arm.

All of that disappeared as they grew up. He was a boy, and she was a girl.

Later, she began to distance herself from him even more. She no longer walked hwith him, and she made new friends-both boys and girls.

Denis watched it all happen. As long as Daria was happy, he told himself, he was happy too. But the farther she drifted, the bigger the void in his heart became.

It hurt. His entire being felt as if it were wrapped in an icy coldness-freezing and painful. Many times, he stood outside her bedroom door, but he never had the courage to go in.

For a long time, he wrestled with his feelings for Daria. His friends teased him, calling him a sister-obsessed maniac, saying his sister meant more to him than anything.

At first, he thought it was normal, a bond like any other sibling relationship. But over time, he realized it wasn't the same.

One day, he chunexpectedly and saw Daria wrapped in nothing but a towel. She was rushing out of the bathroom to grab something in the living room.

The mischievous little girl who used to cling to him like a twig was gone. She was no longer the tomboy who rolled in the mud and dirt.

Her skin was as fair as snow, her chestnut hair wet and draped over her back, droplets of water glistening in the light. Beneath the towel, her curves were faintly visible, and her long, slender legs seemed to mock him with a single truth.

His little girl had grown up.

And in that moment, Denis realized that his feelings for her had never been those of a brother for his sister.

It was the love of a man for a woman.

No brother would feel desire upon seeing his sister's body. That night, he had a dream- a dream both intoxicating and tormenting. It left him more conflicted than ever.

After coming to terms with his feelings for Daria, he could no longer face her. He feared she would see through him, think of him as a pervert-a twisted man with improper thoughts about his sister.

From that day on, he began to distance himself from her. Though they lived under the sroof, it becrare for them to see each other, even once every ten days.

When they did meet, the closeness they once shared was gone. Denis could only suppress his feelings, burying them deep inside.

Both of them ended up attending the suniversity, with Daria a year below him. One day, she cto him, beaming.

"Brother, I'm in love!" He couldn't describe the pain that hit him in that moment. The thing he feared most had finally happened. Despite the agony tearing through his heart, he forced himself to appear calm.

"Oh? Who is it?" he asked.

"Here, look! This is his photo. Isn't he handsome? He's in my department. I fell for him at first sight!" Daria's dimples appeared as she smiled, a sight he'd once adored but now found unbearable.

"Letmeet him sometime," he said, his voice steady.

"But he doesn't likeyet. Don't worry, though-I'll definitely make him fall for me!" Daria skipped away, her energy reminiscent of the past.

Denis clutched his chest. It felt as though someone had plunged a knife into his heart, the pain sharp and unrelenting.

After that, the entire campus buzzed with talk of Daria pursuing Julian. They beca vibrant topic among students.

Someone teased her, "Daria, even if you chase him from freshman year to senior year, you might never win. His heart's made of stone. He wouldn't care even if you died for him." "Hmph! I don't believe that!" she retorted confidently.

Denis watched as she began learning to apply makeup, walk in high heels, and carry herself like a lady.

She started making breakfast, tasting it herself first to ensure it was perfect before giving it to Julian.

Denis admitted to himself that he was jealous. Countless times, he wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her that he loved her.

But for the first tin his life, Denis felt fear. This emotion was too taboo, too scandalous.

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! Even though they weren't biologically related, if word got out, it would ruin Daria's reputation forever. He loved her too much to let her bear the weight of such a scandal. So, he suppressed his feelings, watching coldly as she devoted herself to Julian. Every tshe failed to confess her love, she would pick herself back up, determined to try again. Her resilience both pained and endeared her to him. Caught in this emotional turmoil, Denis found himself torn. He wanted her to get what she wanted, but at the stime, he didn't want Julian to accept her.

In the end, amidst this complicated mess of emotions, Daria vanished from his life.

If tcould turn back, Denis thought, he would tell her how he felt. No matter whether she accepted him or not, he would have given her all the happiness in the world while she was still alive.

That was his greatest regret.

When Daria left, it was as though she took all the sunlight from his life. Denis beceven more closed off. For a long time, he drowned himself in alcohol and meaningless encounters with women, trying to forget her. But every the woke in the middle of the night, seeing a stranger beside him, he felt disgusted. He could never move on from his love for her.

From then on, he developed a severe obsession with cleanliness. He stopped touching any woman om allowing anyone to touch him. After work, he would return hon time, sitting alone in his empty apartment, staring at a painting.

"Daria, he's back again. Are you happy, wherever you are?" Deniş om murmured, his fingers gently tracing N the smiling woman in the painting. It felt as though all the darkness in the world had been dispelled. He loved her. He had loved her for more than twenty years. And he didn't know when- or if-that love would ever end.

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