Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 476: My Queen Her birthday? Aurora hadn't celebrated her birthday in years. Since Victoria's departure, Magnus had been occupied daily by Genevieve and Ivy, forgetting even his own birthday, let alone hers.

Especially after what happened on her 18th birthday, the pain of that night's memories haunted her. For three years, Aurora avoided her birthdays, letting the date slip by unnoticed, until she eventually forgot the significance of the day altogether.

Asher, who knew the emotional weight Aurora carried, had never brought up the idea of celebrating her birthday. But now, with everything resolved, he felt it was tfor her to face and move past that lingering burden.

Julian, ever thoughtful, planned everything meticulously. He invited many of her close friends, including Eric, Emily, Magnus, and Oswaldo, leaving no one out. Mona, tasked with inviting lan and Heather, accidentally let Gemma overhear her plans. Gemma claimed to be an old friend of Aurora's, and since Mona was unaware of Gemma's true nature, she allowed her to join.

Asher also brought along several high-ranking colleagues from their New York company. The luxurious yacht was filled with familiar faces, and Aurora was stunned by the "surprise" Julian had prepared for her.

The deck was decorated warmly, every detail radiating Julian's love and care. Everyone was cheerful, gathered to wish Aurora a happy birthday.

This birthday marked her 22nd year. For the first tin years, surrounded by her friends, Aurora felt truly happy.

"Thank you, Julian," she said, her voice filled with emotion as she hugged him tightly. Amid the chorus of well wishes, Julian cupped her face and kissed her tenderly.

Eric, watching this from the side, no longer felt the pang of jealousy he once did. The little woman by his side was far too lively to allow him such thoughts.

"Do you prefer blueberry cake or strawberry cake?" Emily asked. "Anything is fine." "It can't just be 'anything.' You have to pick one," she pressed.

"Blueberry then," Eric replied, knowing full well that if he didn't answer her, this obsessive woman would keep badgering him until he caved.

"But I like strawberry," Emily said, now pouting slightly, her demeanor softer and more feminine than usual.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Eric asked, exasperated.

"You're mine. Naturally, you should like strawberry too." "Who said I'm yours?" "Our one-month agreement isn't over yet," Emily said smugly. "I'm still your queen." "Then why askwhat I like?" Eric couldn't grasp her logic.

"Because that way, your focus will only be on me," Emily said, her eyes curving into a playful smile.

It suddenly dawned on Eric-while they were caught up in their back-and-forth, the couple on the deck had long since finished their kiss. Emily had deliberately distracted him to shift his attention.

This little woman wasn't as clueless as she seemed. She was clever, even... a little adorable.

Meanwhile, Asher stood off to the side, watching Julian and Aurora embrace. A soft smile appeared on his face. He hadn't been able to give her the happiness she deserved, but Julian had. That was enough for him.

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! For lan, this was his first ttraveling abroad and his first taboard a luxury yacht. The opulence around him was staggering. It was only now that he understood why swomen were willing to sell their bodies for money. Wealth was, indeed, a powerful thing.

The yacht alone was worth a fortune, and many of those present had flown in on Julian's private jet just to celebrate Aurora's birthday. The cost of such an extravagant party was beyond lan's imagination.

When the group returned to the ship's interior, the lavish décor continued to amaze. Attendants in immaculate tailcoats moved gracefully among the guests, offering trays filled with exquisite wines and desserts.

From the moment Gemma boarded Julian's private jet, jealousy took root in her heart. She couldn't stop comparing herself to Aurora. When would a man ever do so much for her? When would she find a wealthy, handsman with a private jet of his own? Her gaze fell on lan. His appearance was certainly up to her standards, and he seemed like a promising prospect. No matter what, she wasn't going to let him slip away. Seeing lan sitting with Heather, Gemma's jealousy flared. She had waited so long for Aurora to leave, and now another woman had appeared to ruin her plans.

Heather and lan, meanwhile, were engrossed in a conversation about their shared ambition to contribute to Aurora's company. Both scholarly types, they had been studying everything they could about perfproduction and often exchanged ideas, even during the flight.

Their similar backgrounds and Aurora's trust in both of them naturally drew them closer, working as a team.

To Gemma, however, their camaraderie looked suspiciously like budding romance. Furious, she stormed over to Heather.

"Heather, I feel a bit sick. Can I take your seat?" Gemma asked with a smile.

Heather, though puzzled-after all, Gemma had been walking around and making numerous requests for snacks, drinks, and blankets with no sign of discomfort-didn't want to cause a scene.

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 En waiting for you! "Sure, you can sit here," Heather said, closing her book. She decided to move to the back to rest, hoping to avoid further trouble.

lan, however, had grown thoroughly disgusted with Gemma after the events of that night. She hadom shamelessly invited herself along, and Mona hadn't even planned to include her in the first place. lan found her behavior increasingly unbearable.

"I knew it, Heather. You're the best," Gemma said with fake sweetness. m Once Heather moved, Gemma wasted no ttrying to cozy up to lan. She pretended to doze off and leaned her head on his shoulder, only for lan to abruptly shift away. Her head hit the armrest, leaving a red mark on her forehead. She then demanded that lan blow on it to ease the pain.

lan was furious but held his tongue, aware that they were still on the plane and others, including Mona, had been watching them.

He wished he could bury his head in the ground. How had he ever liked someone so shameless? When they arrived on the yacht, Gemma acted as if the party had been thrown for her. She took endless selfies and insisted lan join her in the photos.

lan was livid. If he could erase his history with Gemma, he would have done so without hesitation.

Each tshe crossed a new line, lan questioned his past decisions, wondering how he could have ever been so blind.

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