Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Mira had navigated the business world for years. She was eight years older than Aurora and unquestionably more experienced. The business world was a battlefield, and those who emerged victorious carried with them an aura of ruthless determination.

In Mira's eyes, Aurora was nothing more than a fledgling who had achieved modest success, likely with Julian's help behind the scenes. To Mira, Aurora was not someone to be taken seriously. Thus, when Aurora reached out for a handshake, Mira was slightly surprised.

Aurora's demeanor matched her own in confidence. Mira hadn't forgotten the sight of Aurora moments ago, nestled in Julian's arms, speaking softly with a smile-a picture of a delicate, dependent woman.

Their hands clasped briefly before parting.

"Mira," she introduced herself curtly, a nalready celebrated internationally.

Mira and Julian were opposites in many ways. While Julian maintained a low profile, Mira thrived on attention, ensuring the world not only knew her but remembered her. Aurora, on the other hand, was more like Julian. She sought recognition for her work, not herself.

With a poised smile, Aurora responded, "So it's Miss Mira Julian is working with. I've heard your nmany times, but this is our first meeting in person. It's a pleasure, Miss Mira." "Miss Montgomery, you're impressive as well. I've heard about your perfand how you managed to surpass the veteran NE." Mira's words were compliments laced with subtle disdain.

At the launch event, Mira had seen Denis Vukic, a man whose talent in perfumery she was well-acquainted with. She believed Aurora's perfwas more Denis's work than hers. Adding to it, Aurora's New York company was managed by Asher, a man, while Julian's influence in promotions was evident.

To Mira, Aurora was no different from those women who relied on men to succeed. It disgusted her. Julian, a principled and refined man, being involved with someone like Aurora, perplexed her.

In Mira's mind, their relationship had to be shallow-at most, a fleeting physical affair. She had already categorized Aurora and Julian's connection.

Aurora, however, caught the disdain in Mira's eyes. She knew she wasn't Mira's equal yet; the woman had years of experience on her. But the contempt Mira showed was unnecessary.

A woman's dislike for another often stemmed from jealousy, but Mira, hailed as the queen of the business world, had no reason to envy her. That left another possibility. Aurora glanced at Julian briefly. This man was simply too exceptional.

"Miss Mira, you flatter me," Aurora replied, ending the conversation without delving deeper.

Rock handed boarding passes to the two women. Julian's other assistant was accompanying him on the trip. Mira took her boarding pass and glanced at Julian.

"Say goodbye to your little lover. We should get going," Mira said, her tone dripping with condescension. She had reduced Aurora to nothing more than Julian's mistress, implying she and Julian were equals.

Rock, standing nearby, bristled at the comment but remained silent, trusting his boss.

Julian's brows furrowed, his icy demeanor instantly apparent. A chilling aura emanated from him.

"Miss Mira," he said, his voice sharp, "she is not just my lover. She is my love-my only partner in this life. I demand you apologize for your inappropriate remark." 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! As if that weren't clear enough, Julian emphasized his words further, calling Aurora his one and only love.

Mira could feel the weight of Julian's anger. During their discussions the previous day, he had maintained an aloof, professional demeanor, never speaking a word beyond business. Even when she had suggested dinner, he had been reluctant, his displeasure palpable.

She had noticed his irritation at the time, though fleeting, and now, faced with his reaction, it becclear. The reason for Julian's coldness was standing right beside him.

Recovering quickly, Mira offered a measured apology.

"My apologies, Miss Montgomery. I assumed you were his girlfriend. My earlier comment was meant as a jest. I hope you won't take offense." Mira's ability to adapt and maneuver was one of her strengths. Aurora tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile calm yet pointed.

"I understand Miss Mira was joking. I apologize for not clarifying our relationship earlier, which led to your misunderstanding. To prevent further confusion, letmake it clear-Julian and I are not merely dating. I am his fiancée." As she spoke, Aurora deliberately revealed the ring on her finger.

Mira hadn't expected Aurora to assert herself so boldly. Julian, sensing Aurora's defiance, found her jealousy endearing. His Little Bunny was clearly upset.

"I see," Mira replied, her tone neutral. "My mistake. Mr. Barnet, shall we head to security?" Julian checked his watch. "There's still half an hour. I'll stay with my Little Bunny a bit longer. Miss Mira, you may wait in the lounge." "Okay," Mira said, leaving without protest.

As she passed through security, she glanced back and caught sight of Aurora pulling Juliax down for a kiss. Their lips touched, and the scene around them calive. People snapped photos, whistled, and stopped to watch.

Aurora's eyes, however, remained fixed on Mira, cold and unyielding. Her possessiveness matched Julian's, and in the face of someone like Mira, she refused to back down. Mira turned away, her expression complicated as she walked off briskly.

Aurora, satisfied, prepared to leave. Julian, however, felt the heat of her kiss. Even without words, he knew his Little Bunny was upset.

If she left angry, his life would be miserable for the next month. So, as Aurora began to pull away, Julian pulled her back into his arms.

Gently cupping her face as if holding the most precious treasure, he kissed her softly, brushing her lips with tenderness.

Sunlight streamed through the large windows, bathing the couple in its warmth, as if even the coldest winter day had been touched by a hint of spring.

Mira, already at the terminal's end, turned one last time. What she saw was a picture-perfect scene of love and devotion. She quickly averted her gaze and disappeared around the corner. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1