The Devil's Love Never Fades

Every soldier who climbed onto my bed and had sex with me would tattoo their names on my back.

I was the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Norland. When I was fourteen, I was betrothed to the Crown Prince, Enoch Yeager.

In order to eliminate dissidents, Enoch framed me for having an affair with his younger brother, Clark Yeager.

At that time, Enoch said to me, "Sorry. But I have to do this. Wait for me for a few years." Then, he had someone send me to the military camp.

My father, Gilbert Herrington, who had always doted on me, pointed at my nose and cursed at me for the first time. Later, he died miserably.

Three years later, Enoch succeeded to the throne and asked his people to bring me back.

He carefully held my hand and said, "Laura, you must have suffered a lot. Now, the throne is finally mine, and you have half of the credit."

However, on the night of our wedding, Enoch saw the names branded by his lieutenant general and other soldiers on my back.

That night, he went crazy and began to kill ferociously.

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During the three years of being in the military camp outside the borders, I changed from a lively and beautiful young girl to a military prostitute.

Finally, Enoch, the Crown Prince, sent someone to take me back.

He said, "Prince Clark has admitted his fault. He coveted Laura Herrington, which led him astray. Laura was innocent. Now that the truth has been brought into daylight, she should be brought back to the capital."

When the people from the imperial palace came to pick me up, I was washing a pile of sweaty clothes.

Those soldiers' clothes had a strong smell of sweat. Because I had a weak stomach, sometimes I couldn't help but vomit when facing these foul-smelling things.

At that time, the lieutenant general, Damian Bancroft, clicked his tongue and said to me with mockery, "Well, well, well. Do you still regard yourself as the legitimate eldest daughter of the Marquis of Norland? Do you think you're still the apple of Prince Enoch's eye? You're nothing more than a prostitute who has cuckolded the Crown Prince. Stop playing the innocent, will you? You've already become our military prostitute. Just stay obediently in the camp and serve us well. If you do, I might give you some benefit and indulge you with some man's 'nectar'."

It was a cold winter. I kept washing those foul-smelling clothes one bucket after another, while Damian kept hurling insults at me.

I had been squatting for a long time, and my legs had already gone numb. I wanted to stand up and stretch myself. But just as I was about to get up...

The sound of whipping rang out.

Damian swung his whip at me.

While whipping, he cursed at me, "You lazy little bitch. I'll teach you a lesson today. If I don't, I won't be worthy of the salary His Royal Highness has paid me!"

At first, I thought that Enoch sent me to the military camp just to silence the ministers. I thought he would bring me back to the capital after he finished his battle for the throne with Prince Clark.

I was the daughter of the Marquis of Norland, and I would certainly not submit to Damian.

However, when Damian's whip landed on my body again and again, I finally realized that I might not be able to return to the capital in my life.

When I first arrived here, there were also some timid soldiers. And they were afraid that if I died here, the royal family would definitely let them pay the price.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, okay? The Crown Prince has already given his orders. Women who are lacking in female virtues are only fit to be playthings for men. Guys, this bitch even dared to cheat on the Crown Prince. She must be a slut. Now, we are even able to taste the prince's woman. This is a blessing."

A group of soldiers laughed obscenely as they tore off my clothes. My desperate cries for help could only make them even more excited.

Damian said to me with a sinister smirk, "You can't go back. On the day you came to the military camp, your father died. The Crown Prince only chose you as his Crown Princess because he valued your father's power. Do you really think your beauty can satisfy the Crown Prince's ambition? He sent you here to be a military prostitute because he wanted to reward the soldiers who had fought for him and his power!"

A soldier echoed, "Yes! General Bancroft is right. Your reputation as a promiscuous whore has long spread to the capital. The Crown Prince's indifference towards you has already explained everything!"