Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The feigned innocence on her face seemed utterly ridiculous to Julian. Mira had truly gone to great lengths. Her expression was an obvious attempt to mimic Aurora's, designed to lower his guard and seduce him into something more. But once Julian discerned her intentions, he found them childish at best.

If all he wanted was a substitute resembling Aurora, why would he have waited all these years? In his darkest moments, when he thought Aurora would spend her life with Hayden, he had sought out girls who bore a superficial resemblance to her. Yet, a counterfeit would always remain a counterfeit, incapable of becoming the real thing. What he wanted, and had always wanted, was Aurora-only Aurora.

"Well then, I want you to..." His voice trailed off as he forcefully pushed away the hand she had snaked toward his shirt. The woman, seeing him draw closer, felt her cheeks flush uncontrollably. His deep, magnetic voice, coupled with his extraordinary looks, made her heart race. She couldn't deny how attractive he was, especially at such close range.

"Leave my sight immediately." When he finished speaking, her expression soured.

"Mr. Barnet, what... what does that mean?" she asked hesitantly.

"Get out!" Julian barked, taking a few steps back, his face darkened with anger. Even if this girl resembled Aurora, she could never replace her. The mere thought of trying to substitute Aurora was an unforgivable offense in his eyes.

The young girl, clearly shaken by his harsh demeanor, hastily gathered her clothes and fled. Julian slammed the door shut in frustration. Damn Mira.

Just as Mira crossed his mind, there was a knock at the door. Julian stormed over and yanked it open, his temper still simmering. "If you don't givea good reason, I won't let this go!" "A reason? To help a business partner meet their personal needs-does that work for you?" Mira stood there unfazed, taking in Julian's disheveled appearance. He was wearing only a shirt, quite different from his usual immaculate image. Indoors, in the cozy warmth, he had rolled up his sleeves, with the top three buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone and a swath of pale, firm skin beneath.

Despite his fair complexion, he exuded strength rather than fragility. His physique was solid, his shoulders broad, hinting at a well-built frame. This more casual side of him stirred something in Mira, especially when paired with the simmering anger in his eyes. There was a unique allure to Julian when he was furious.

Before he could respond, Mira had already walked in. "Julian, I went out of my way to arrange a girl for you, one who even resembles your little bunny, Aurora. You didn't just reject my gesture; you got furious about it. Why the temper?" She made herself comfortable on his sofa, crossing her legs casually, her skirt falling just enough to keep her modesty intact. Mira's long, slender legs were encased in sheer stockings, her high heels dangling teasingly off her feet. Her relaxed posture and languid demeanor exuded a seductive energy.

This was leagues beyond the shallow attempt at innocence from the girl earlier. Stripping off clothes was the most basic form of temptation-crude and unsophisticated. True seduction was woven subtly, luring someone into your trap without them even realizing it.

In terms of beauty, poise, and even strategy, few could match Mira. She was the queen of a business empire, a woman who carried herself with authority and elegance. For many men, the first instinct upon seeing her was conquest. Strong men were drawn to strong women, and Mira's confidence only heightened that allure.

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 girl who resembled Aurora had merely been a test-a stepping stone. Mira herself was the main event. She refused to believe that, compared to Aurora, she cup short. Over the past few days of working with Julian, her admiration for him had only grown. His sharp insight and decisive approach to business made him the kind of man she desired to conquer.

"Mira, I told you from the start when we first met: I already have someone I love. I thought someone as intelligent as you would understand that." Julian sat on the couch across from her, lighting a cigarette. If the girl earlier had only resembled Aurora in appearance, Mira was her equal in spirit.

Both women possessed a stubbornness and resilience that allowed them to thrive in the ruthless world of business-a world dominated by predators. For a woman to not only survive but excel in such an environment was no small feat. From a competitor's standpoint, Julian admired Mira, but admiration was far from affection. "Julian, I'm not deaf. Of course, I understand. But so what? Are you really going to tellthat you've remained completely faithful to her? Don't be ridiculous. What man doesn't cheat?" Mira leaned forward, her tone playful yet probing. "It's been a week, hasn't it? You must be feeling the strain by now. Taking a break from all the stress of work isn't such a bad thing. If anything, Aurora, as a woman, should understand that better than anyone." She gazed at him through the curling smoke. His striking features seemed even more captivating through the haze, a blend of strength and elegance that made her heart race. Mira was a few years older than Julian, but she clearly didn't mind. Men had their desires, and as a woman, so did she. Julian was a man who ignited her cravings, and she couldn't resist the idea of having him.

Cheating was commonplace, even among ordinary men, let alone the elite. Julian and Aurora weren't even married-expecting him to stay faithful was laughable. Julian's brow furrowed as her words veered toward belittling Aurora. He couldn't tolerate anyone speaking that way about the woman he held so sacred in his heart.

"I'm not interested in any woman but her," he said, irritation lacing his voice. The mention of Aurora made him miss her even more. Today, she was attending skind of auction. She must have been dressed in an evening gown, her bare skin exposed to the eyes of other men. The thought of her being approached or admired by strangers made his chest tighten. He drew a long drag from his cigarette, the urge to rush to her side and lock her away swelling within him. Mira noticed he was distracted and took a step closer. "Julian, I have an idea about today's project." "Speak." The mention of work snapped Julian's thoughts back into focus, at least temporarily.

"The fifty-fifty split we discussed-I'm willing to change it. How about I take [eighty?" Mira twenty, and you take e ve leaned in placing her hands on either side of the armrest where he sat. She bent forward slightly, her low-cut top revealing just enough to tempt him.

Julian didn't so much as glance down, his expression calm and collected. he "What's the catch? asked. The world was not one to hand out free lunches-he had learned that lesson as a child. "I only have one condition," Mira said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Spend the night with me." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1