Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 503: The Prophet Aurora walked away with her head held high, pretending as if nothing had happened. But once she reached a secluded spot, she crouched down, hugged her knees, and began to cry.

She had believed she was strong enough to protect herself and her mother. Yet, her mother refused to let her get involved, wouldn't even speak to her about it.

Aurora felt a deep sadness. She didn't want to just take from her mother-she wanted to give back as well. But her mother shut her out completely. Even though she knew her mother was doing it for her own good, it wasn't the outcshe wanted. She wanted to face everything together with her.

The fear of that curse being real haunted her, but she didn't know what to do. Her mother wouldn't say anything, leaving Aurora powerless to figure out how to protect her.

The memory of her mother's frail shoulders burdened by so much weighed heavily on her heart.

As Aurora cried, soaked by the pouring rain, a shadow appeared overhead. A quiet figure held an umbrella above her. It was Denis Vukic. He didn't ask for an explanation, simply standing beside her, shielding her from the rain. Raindrops slid off the umbrella, falling to the ground in a rhythmic patter. Passersby glanced at the two with curious looks.

Aurora finally stopped crying and noticed the man standing next to her. "Denis..." "Have you cried enough?" Denis Vukic's personality was a stark contrast to Julian's. If it had been Julian, he would've pulled Aurora into his arms and comforted her.

But perhaps their relationship hadn't reached that point. Denis simply stood silently beside her, his gaze soft yet pained as he looked at the person before him.

Aurora had always been strong in front of others, but in private, she allowed herself moments of vulnerability. She didn't want anyone to see her weak side, so she chose this quiet place to let it all out.

"Yeah," Aurora sniffled, still hiccupping slightly. She wanted to stop crying, but after such a long release, it was hard to rein it in.

"You've cried for so long; you're probably exhausted. Go home, take a shower, change into dry clothes, and then I'll take you out to eat," Denis said, standing tall like a protective tree.

Maybe it was because he had once failed to protect someone he cared about, but he didn't want the light in Aurora's eyes to fade as well.

Aurora nodded hesitantly, her voice still raspy. "Alright... but Denis, since you know about the R family, can you tellwho shared this with you?" The R family's secrets were so well-guarded that whoever had told Denis must have a connection to them. Maybe that person could provide useful information.

Denis hesitated for a moment before replying, "I can tell you, but only after you've eaten." Aurora bit her lip, torn between her curiosity and her exhaustion. Finally, she agreed. "Fine. I'll go hand change now." She didn't believe that such a bizarre curse could truly exist. And even if it did, there had to be a way to break it, right? Denis dropped Aurora off at her apartment. She hurried to shower and change, but as she was about to leave, Denis glanced at her. "Dry your hair." She sighed, knowing he was right, and obediently dried her hair before heading out again.

At the restaurant, Aurora ate faster than she ever had before. She looked at Denis eagerly. "Now, can you tell me?" He leaned back in his chair, his tone calm. "It's a long story. About ten years ago, back when Daria was still alive, she becobsessed with Tarot cards. I didn't believe in any of it, but she insisted on apprenticing herself to a prophet.

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! "I couldn't say no to her, so I helped her find this prophet. It took a lot of effort to convince him to take her as a student. Over time, because of Daria, I grew close to him too. One day, during a casual conversation, he mentioned the R family's secret." Aurora's eyes lit up. "A prophet? Where is he now?" Denis sighed. "We haven't been in touch for years. After Daria passed, our connection faded. I heard he returned to Clothville long ago. He's not in New York anymore." "What's his name?" Aurora pressed.

"He went by Gerry back then. But who knows if he changed his nafter moving to Clothville?" "Can you givehis contact information?" Aurora asked, her voice filled with urgency. Denis shook his head. "I can give you his old number, but I'm sure it's no longer in use. He was always a quiet man, someone who cand went without a trace." Aurora nodded. "That's fine. Just giveeverything you know about him, and I'll handle the rest." Denis agreed. "I'll gather what I can when I get back. But focus on your studies. Don't let this distract you. Remember why you cto New York." Aurora promised, but deep down, she couldn't let go of her concerns about her mother.

Unsurprisingly, the old contact number Denis gave her was disconnected. When she visited Gerry's former home, she discovered he had sold it five years ago. No one knew where he had gone or what he was doing now. Aurora's hopes fell apart. Desperate, she called Tina again, but this time, the number didn't connect. A sense of helplessness washed over her.

Mom... what should I do? Her earlier hope felt like it had been doused with cold water.

Just then, her phone vibrated. It was Julian. Right now, he was the only one who could offer her scomfort. "Julian..."

"Had a rough day?" His voice was light, teasing. "Didn't,l warn you?m Going afterht cause her trouble."

"I didn't mean to," Aurora defended herself. "I thought I could use this collaboration as an excuse to see her. Wait... how did you know?" "Denis told me. He said you cried like a baby today." Aurora flushed with embarrassment at his teasing tone. "Julian, stop laughing. I found out a secret-probably the reason why my mom has been avoiding me." "What secret? Tell me." Aurora recounted everything to Julian, leaving nothing out.

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