Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

She had once desperately wanted to marry into the Giron family, treating their relatives as her own. She even did extensive research, learning what his parents liked and what his grandparents disliked.

If her love for Hayden in the past had been born out of youthful infatuation, her twith Marcos was driven by a genuine desire for a warm and loving home.

The child she carried had been her entire world. She had already prepared herself to beca mother, but now, they had shattered all her dreams.

Born into a wealthy family, she understood better than anyone how cruel and greed- driven those circles could be. The more they possessed, the more they craved.

The Giron family had left. Although they wanted Susan gone from Marcos' side, they hadn't intended it to happen this way.

Every mother would understand the pain she was enduring. Marcos tried to approach her, his voice soft with guilt.

"Susan, please, don't be sad." "Leave. I don't want to see you." Susan's voice was cold. She wanted nothing to do with anyone from the Giron family, including Marcos. Even though she knew he had been deliberately sent away when it happened, she still couldn't bear to face the truth.

It wasn't just her failure to protect the child; it was also Marcos' failure to protect them both. Her thoughts drifted to Julian's unwavering devotion to Aurora in the past.

Joaquin hadn't liked Aurora at first, assuming she was just sillegitimate woman from outside. Yet, at an Alvarez family banquet, Julian had openly defied Joaquin for Aurora's sake.

Susan would never forget how Julian had resolutely pulled Aurora out of the banquet hall, his head held high.

It was as if he could abandon the whole world, so long as he had her. Susan had once schemed against Aurora and nearly paid for it with her life when Julian retaliated.

Though she survived, the cost had been her most cherished possessions. And what had Marcos ever done for her? She had given up her career in the entertainment industry for him. From the moment she decided to be with him, she had resolved to let go of everything, even her greatest passion.

The world thought she had left the industry for Hayden, but only she knew the truth. At the time, she could have apologized, taken a year or two off, and made a comeback. With her connections and resources, redemption wasn't impossible.

But she had thought long and hard. Since she had chosen to truly love someone, she decided to live simply as an ordinary woman.

The Giron family had known about her and Marcos for a long time. Thinking back on the nights Marcos had chlate, his face clouded with worry, she realized he had been torn between her and his family.

Perhaps he had hesitated, fearing deeper entanglement. It wasn't until he learned about the baby that he finally committed to being with her.

She hadn't thought about these things before, but now, the memories stabbed sharply at her heart.

As the anesthesia wore off, her abdomen throbbed with pain. Yet, nothing compared to the ache in her heart. "Susan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." "Enough. Susan doesn't want to see you." Mrs. Simmons' voice was firm as she stood protectively by her daughter.

Seeing Susan buried under the covers, refusing to look at him, Marcos had no choice but to leave. Swounds, once inflicted, would remain forever.

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! The hospital room was quiet now, with only Mr. and Mrs. Simmons present. They had once been a prestigious family themselves and cherished their only daughter. Susan had been their princess, adored and sought after by countless suitors. Many outstanding men had even been willing to marry into the Simmons family.

But now, their daughter was bruised and broken, both physically and emotionally. It pained deeply.

"Don't be sad. Everything will pass," Mrs. Simmons soothed.

"Mom, I was wrong. I was so wrong. I should never have schemed against Aurora from the start," Susan admitted, tears streaming down her face.

"Foolish child. How could you have known without taking a wrong step? Many people hit a wall and still won't turn back. But you've learned. That's what matters." "Susan, you're so young. With our family's standing, finding a good husband is hardly a challenge. Why care about the Giron family? If they look down on my daughter, then my daughter can look down on them." The couple continued comforting Susan, who replayed her past mistakes over and over in her mind. Her tears soaked Mrs. Simmons' blouse.

Her mother had warned her countless times that Hayden wasn't the one for her. A man's feelings were evident in his gaze, after all.

Hayden had only been with Susan out of obligation. His lack of love was understandable; falling for someone took time.

A year passed, then two, then three-but his eyes remained indifferent. That was when Susan should have realized something was wrong.

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Susan's health was poor. She stayed in the hospital for a week before returning to the Simmons family home. During that time, Marcos visited several times but was turned away at the door. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him. She needed him to figure out whether he loved her or was merely driven by a sense of duty.

After everything, Susan finally understood that sthings couldn't be forced-love included.

Marcos sent her hydrangeas daily, knowing it was the only flower she wasn't allergic to Her windowsill was now filled with blooming hydrangeas, thriving under the care of nutrient solutions. Susan began living a quiet, restorative life at hwith her parents. There were no reporters, no .

Her days were simple: reading books, tending to flowers, and watching lighthearted movies. But even during the funniest scenes, Susan often found herself crying without warning.

Whenever she saw adorable children on television, her hands would instinctively move to her abdomen-where her child no longer was.

For half a month, she didn't step outside, isolating herself completely. Only at hdid she feel safe from harm. "My little princess, your body has recovered. Why not step outside and soak up ssunshine?" her mother urged gently.

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