Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Mrs. Giron's words didn't carry much weight on the surface, but to Susan, they were sharp and cutting. She had called Susan a stain on Marcos' life.

"Susan, you must be hungry. I bought you something to eat. You need to eat more to take care of yourself," Marcos said as he laid out the food he had brought.

He carefully poured a bowl of chicken soup, letting it cool. Then he helped Susan sit up and placed the food in front of her, feeding her by hand.

"Marcos, I'm not injured, you know," Susan said, her mood lightened by his thoughtfulness.

"You're carrying our baby now. As the father, it's my job to take good care of both of you," Marcos replied. On the way to buy the food, he had cto terms with the situation.

Perhaps it was fate, he thought. That night had been Susan's safe period, so neither of them had taken any precautions. Yet, against all odds, she got pregnant. This unexpected life growing inside her gave him clarity.

Whatever doubts he had about their relationship were now gone. There was no turning back-he had to take responsibility for both Susan and the baby.

As they ate, Susan's mind wandered repeatedly.

"Susan, what's wrong?" Marcos asked, noticing her distraction.

"Marcos, I've always wanted to meet your family. But you've never allowed it. It's not because they're too busy, is it? It's because they don't approve of me, right?" Susan asked directly.

"Susan, why are you thinking like this today?" "Your mother cto seeearlier," Susan admitted. At this point, she saw no reason to keep it a secret anymore.

"What did she say?" Marcos' heart sank. He recalled the harsh things his family had said about her before. He couldn't imagine what his mother might have said to Susan's face.

"She said we weren't a good match and suggested I carefully reconsider our relationship. But, Marcos, I don't care what others think. I just want to know how you feel," Susan said, her voice steady but firm.

Susan had already made up her mind. If Marcos viewed her as nothing more than a burden, she'd walk away. She wouldn't drag him down.

Their relationship had always been clouded by unspoken truths. But now, knowing she was pregnant, Marcos realized he couldn't let her down anymore.

"Susan, I know my family has their reservations about you. But I'll convince them. In the past, I wasn't sure about my feelings, but now I am. I'll marry you and take care of you and the baby," Marcos said with conviction.

Susan's eyes lit up with joy. "Thank you, Marcos. I'm glad you didn't abandon me." "Fool, how could I ever abandon you? Don't worry; I'll handle my parents," he reassured her.

Though his words were meant to comfort Susan, Marcos knew better than anyone how stubborn his family could be. Still, he couldn't let her down now.

"Okay," Susan murmured, leaning into his chest. Despite all the hardships she had endured, she felt fortunate to have met a man who truly cared for her. That was enough for her.

After leaving the hospital, Susan began preparing for the baby's arrival. While she dreamed of having a wedding with Marcos, she was hesitant. Her previous marriage to Hayden had been a public spectacle. Another wedding now would only thrust Marcos into the spotlight of public scrutiny.

No wedding. No marriage certificate. She had nothing-not even the tangible symbols of commitment. But strangely, her expectations for marriage had diminished.

The romantic ideals she once held seemed trivial compared to having someone who genuinely loved her. Since her pregnancy, Marcos chimmediately after work every day to spend twith her.

This simple, stable life was what Susan had always wanted. She hadn't found it with Hayden, but now, with Marcos, she finally felt happy.

But happiness didn't last long. One day, Marcos chwith exciting news. His family had finally agreed to meet her.

Both of them were overjoyed. Susan thought to herself, no matter how strict parents could be, they ultimately loved their children. Surely, they couldn't resist their son's wishes forever.

That night, Susan was so excited she couldn't sleep. She woke up early the next morning and tried on outfit after outfit in front of the mirror. Though her figure hadn't changed much yet, nothing seemed to look right to her. "Marcos, what do you think I should wear?" she asked nervously.

"You're a superstar, Susan. You look amazing in anything. Back when I was abroad, I used to buy fashion magazines just because you were on the cover," Marcos said with a smile.

Since he had opened his heart, life no longer felt as difficult.

While Susan had made mistakes in the past, they were all foolish acts driven by love. Hayden had never treated her as a woman to be cherished. The resentment she had buried deep within her had turned her against Aurora.

But a woman was like a flower-when cared for, she would bloom beautifully. If neglected, she would wither away. After spending twith her, Marcos discovered there were so many endearing sides to Susan.

Their relationship was harmonious now. All they needed was his family's approval, which made tonight's family dinner all the more important.

"Marcos, you're so sweet. I'll wear white. It's a color that people find easy to like," Susan said, choosing a white coat.

She sighed softly. Once, she had looked down on others from a m position of power. Now, she found Npower.] herself going out of her way to please others, even exhausting herself to win their favor.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience ath for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Perhaps it was karma for what she had done to Aurora. She had never regretted her actions before, but now, she finally did.

If she hadn't made that terrible mistake back then, Aurora might still be with Hayden. At most. Susanm would have been heartbroken for a while. Who knows? She might have met Marcos or another man. But no matter who it was, she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state. "It's time. Let's go," Marcos said, glancing at his watch.

Dressed and ready, Susan walked out with Marcos, carrying the many gifts she had prepared to win over his family.

Her heart raced with nerves. "Marcos, do you think your family will question me?" "They won't. If they've invited you, it means they've accepted you. Don't worry. You've met my parents before, haven't you?" "Yes," Susan replied. She had met them as a child, but Mrs. Giron was no longer the gentle woman she used to be. Now, she was a mother who meticulously planned for her son's future.

Maybe she was overthinking it. With Marcos on her side and a baby on the way, they couldn't possibly oppose her anymore.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, the car pulled up to the Giron family's villa. "We're here," Marcos said. "Marcos, I suddenly feel so nervous," Susan admitted.

"It's okay. I'm here. Don't worry," Marcos said, offering her a reassuring smile.

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