Romane von H.I Pearl

Dear Amazing Readers, Wow. What a journey this has been! From the very first chapter to this final moment, you have been with me, turning every page, feeling every emotion, and living through every twist and turn alongside Sophie and Julian. Writing this story has been an incredible experience, but what made it truly special was you—the readers who believed in it, supported it, and followed it through to the very end. Your love, your comments, your gems, your excitement, and even your theories kept me going. I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you. Your time, your emotions, and your dedication mean the world to me. Whether this story made you smile, cry, gasp, or swoon, I hope it left an imprint on your heart, just as you have left one on mine. This isn’t just my story—it’s our story. And though we’ve reached the end of this chapter, remember, every ending is just the beginning of something new(like my next book; please check it out🙃) Thank you for being a part of this

SIX YEARS LATER Sophie’s POV "Good morning, beauty." A deep, familiar voice broke through my peaceful sleep, and I felt a warm presence near me. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the curtains. Julian stood beside the bed, a soft smile on his lips, holding a tray of breakfast in his hands. "Good morning, honey," I murmured, stretching lazily before sitting up. A wave of warmth filled me at the sight before me—a plate of golden-brown toast, a perfectly fried egg, and a steaming cup of tea. My stomach grumbled in approval, making me smile. Julian placed the tray gently on the bed and sat on the edge, watching me. "I made breakfast for you," I glanced at him, my heart swelling with love. "Thank you, honey." His smile widened, and without warning, he leaned in, tilting his head to kiss me. I quickly turned my face away, causing him to freeze mid-motion. "Huh?" He blinked. I chuckled, pressing my lips together. "I haven’t brushed my

Chapter 118 Sophie’s POV It had been three hell long days since Julian fell into a coma. His face, once so vibrant and full of life, was now pale and drawn, the oxygen tubes were gone but there was still IV drips connected to his hand. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell weakly beneath the hospital gown, but there was no other sign of movement. I sat beside him, my fingers laced through his, unable to look away from his still form. I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. "Julian, can you hear me?" No response. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, forcing back another wave of despair. I wished for even the faintest sign of acknowledgement. I missed him—his laughter, his warmth, his voice, everything that made him who he was. "Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?" I continued, my voice trembling. "You said it so casually, as if you had always known. And I was so scared… scared that if I believed it, I’d los

Chapter 117 Sophie’s POV The ambulance doors slammed shut, and we sped through the city, sirens wailing. My hands trembled as I clutched Julian’s, his skin cold and clammy. His face was too pale, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath. "Stay with me, Julian," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Please, don’t close your eyes." He tried to smile, but it was weak. His eyelids fluttered, his body barely holding on. "No, no, no," I sobbed, pressing my forehead against his. "You promised me. You said you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t break your promise now." The paramedics worked frantically, pressing gauze against his wound, checking his vitals. "He's losing too much blood," one of them muttered. "Do something!" I screamed. "We're doing everything we can," another paramedic said, trying to keep me calm. I swallowed back my panic and looked at Julian again. His chest rose and fell weakly, each breath looking more labored than the last. "I love you, Sophie," he whi

Chapter 116 Sophie’s POV The sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears, deafening. My body tensed, my breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore my heart had stopped. But there was no pain. I wasn’t hit! Slowly, I opened my eyes, my body trembling, my breath ragged. My heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out everything else. Celine—or rather, Victoria—was standing there, her face twisted in rage. But her grip on the gun had faltered, her hands shaking slightly. Then I noticed—someone had tackled her from the side. The gun had fired, but not at me. My breath came in short, uneven bursts as my eyes fell on the person who had tackled her. Julian. He was there, gripping Victoria’s wrist, twisting it painfully as she shrieked in frustration. The gun clattered to the floor, skidding across the rooftop. Victoria struggled wildly, her breath ragged with anger. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat. "Not this time." Julian’s grip tightened as he shoved her backward, pinning her agains

Chapter 115 Sophie’s POV "How do I look?" I asked, turning to Julian while smoothing down the fabric of my red off-shoulder gown. The silky material hugged my curves perfectly, flowing elegantly to my feet. Julian’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, his lips curving into a fond smile. "You look as stunning as always," he murmured, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and when he leaned down to press a kiss on my forehead, warmth spread through me. Then, he kissed me lightly on the lips, making my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, hubby," I whispered, "You made this happen. You made everything happen. If someone had told me a year ago when I got here that everything would turn out like this, I would have asked them to shut up." Julian chuckled, his fingers tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. "Why?" he asked. I sighed, shaking my head at how absurd it all seemed now. "Because I never thought I would fall in love with yo

# Darien's POV "I'll get going now." Velra announced, standing up from the comfortable chair she'd been sitting in for the past few hours. She stretched slightly, her back making a small cracking sound from sitting for so long. "Hopefully we see each other before the ceremony again or maybe just after then." She was clutching Kaelen in her arms, the baby who had finally stopped crying about thirty minutes ago. The child's face was red and puffy from all the tears, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. His small chest was rising and falling with deep, tired breaths. "Yeah, you should get going. It's getting late." I agreed, standing up as well. My knees protested slightly from sitting for so long, but I ignored the discomfort. I reached down and picked up her bag from beside the chair—a large, expensive-looking leather bag that probably cost more than most people made in a month. She collected it from me with her free hand, adjusting Kaelen in her other arm so she could grip the

Darien's POV "I'll get going now." Velra announced, standing up from the comfortable chair she'd been sitting in for the past few hours. She stretched slightly, her back making a small cracking sound from sitting for so long. "Hopefully we see each other before the ceremony again or maybe just after then." She was clutching Kaelen in her arms, the baby who had finally stopped crying about thirty minutes ago. The child's face was red and puffy from all the tears, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. His small chest was rising and falling with deep, tired breaths. "Yeah, you should get going. It's getting late." I agreed, standing up as well. My knees protested slightly from sitting for so long, but I ignored the discomfort. I reached down and picked up her bag from beside the chair—a large, expensive-looking leather bag that probably cost more than most people made in a month. She collected it from me with her free hand, adjusting Kaelen in her other arm so she could grip the bag

# Darien's POV "I'll get going now." Velra announced, standing up from the comfortable chair she'd been sitting in for the past few hours. She stretched slightly, her back making a small cracking sound from sitting for so long. "Hopefully we see each other before the ceremony again or maybe just after then." She was clutching Kaelen in her arms, the baby who had finally stopped crying about thirty minutes ago. The child's face was red and puffy from all the tears, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. His small chest was rising and falling with deep, tired breaths. "Yeah, you should get going. It's getting late." I agreed, standing up as well. My knees protested slightly from sitting for so long, but I ignored the discomfort. I reached down and picked up her bag from beside the chair—a large, expensive-looking leather bag that probably cost more than most people made in a month. She collected it from me with her free hand, adjusting Kaelen in her other arm so she could grip the

Mira's POV "What are you talking about?" Rhea asked, her voice rising sharply with disbelief. Her eyes were wide open, so wide I could see the whites all around her irises. Her mouth hung open slightly and she took a step forward, staring at Nathan like he'd lost his mind. "Yes, that's literally the best thing we can do right now." Nathan responded firmly, nodding his head. "If Thorne is here with us, we can help him regain part of his memory, if not all of it, before the ceremony happens. And that would make it so much easier to get Kaelen back and ruin the whole ceremony. We just need Thorne on our side." The room went quiet for a moment as everyone processed what he was saying. I could see people's faces changing as they thought through the implications, their expressions shifting from shock to consideration. "But how's that going to be possible?" Briane asked, throwing her hands up in frustration. Her voice was high and stressed, her eyebrows drawn together so tight they

Mira's POV "How could all these be happening?" Ava cried out, her voice breaking completely. Her whole body seemed to give out and she collapsed onto the floor, her legs folding beneath her. Her hands hit the ground first, catching her fall. Briane immediately rushed to her side, moving so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. "Everything would be fine." Briane reassured her softly, grasping Ava's left arm with both hands. She was trying to lift her up, to support her weight, but Ava wasn't moving. She just stayed there on the floor, crumpled. "When? When would it be fine?" Ava demanded, her voice rising. Her head lifted and her eyes were wild, filled with tears and fury. "Is it until my whole family dies? Is it until Darien really does what he has always wanted to do? Is that when everything would be fine?" Her voice cracked on the last word and more tears streamed down her face, making tracks through the ones that had already dried. "Every time I decide to summon the cour

Chapter 35 Sophie's POV Why is Julian not back yet? I thought, glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time. He had said he would be back soon, but it had been hours since he left for his meeting. I couldn't help but worry that something might have gone wrong. I wanted to call him, but what if he was still at the meeting? I paced around his room, my mind racing with thoughts of what could be keeping him. He had stopped me from going to my room, except when I wanted to wear something, and now I felt trapped in a cycle of anxiety and restlessness. I wanted to go downstairs, but I was only wearing his shirt, which stopped mid-thigh, and I was sure he wouldn't like it if I went downstairs like this. So, I decided to wait, hoping he would walk through that door any moment. The door suddenly swung open, revealing Julian. He looked wasted as he moved closer to me, his hair tousled and his expression clouded. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. Did the meeting not go as he planned? "J

Zara's POV"Your phone..." Raven's voice cut through as I stumbled outside the hospital.I barely registered his words. My legs were moving but I didn't know how. There was no strength in them, no life. I was just staggering forward, one foot in front of the other, like a zombie.I ignored Raven completely, acting like I didn't hear a single word he just said. My eyes stared straight ahead at nothing. What would I take the phone that beast got for me for? I don't want anything from him. I don't want anything from anyone.My sister was dead.The thought kept circling in my head, over and over, like a song I couldn't stop playing. Dead. Zylara was dead. Gone. Never coming back.Even when I'd been working as an assassin all these years, there was never any threat on my sister or me. It was always a clean job - get in, do what needed to be done, get out. Nobody ever came after me. Nobody ever knew who I was. So why is Cassius's situation different? Why do I have to suffer for his bad work

Zara's POV This is it. This is the moment that's going to change everything. Part of me wanted to keep my eyes closed forever. If I never looked, then I'd never have to know. I could stay in this horrible in-between place where my sister might still be alive somewhere. Where there was still hope, still a chance. But I had to look. I had to know. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were fighting against me. My heart was beating so fast and so hard I thought it might explode right out of my chest. I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, everywhere. Thump-thump-thump-thump, over and over like a drum. Please. Please. Please. I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. For it not to be there? For this all to be some horrible nightmare I could wake up from? My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The white sheet trembled in my grip. Just look. Just open your eyes and look, Zara. You have to know. The cold air of the mortuary bit at my skin. I could smell the chemicals they used to pr

Zara's POVCan it just not be my sister, God? I can't help but feel the fear in my whole body, like ice water running through my veins. My hands won't stop shaking. What if it really is my sister? What if it turned out I couldn't save her? Ahhh, no. Zara, don't think that way. Don't go there."Crystal...wait!" Cassius called out as I rushed out of the jet.I spun around, anger mixing with my fear. "What again? What do you want from me?! Haven't you done enough? You want to add more to it?" The words came out harsh and loud, but I didn't care. I didn't wait for his reply either. I just turned and headed straight into the hospital, my legs moving faster than my brain could keep up.The hospital smell hit me immediately - that clean, chemical smell that makes your nose burn. I hated it. I hated everything about being here."How can we help you, ma'am?" The first nurse I ran into said. She had a kind face, but I couldn't focus on that right now."I'm here to see the corpse that was claim

Zara's POV"I can..." I began, but Cassius cut me short before I could finish."Don't you dare!" Cassius yelled, his voice sharp and loud.Then, in one quick motion, he pulled me closer. So tight. So fast. My head slammed against his chest and then...Bang!The sound of a gunshot cut through the air.My mind went blank. Everything stopped. Did I just get shot? Am I dying right now? But wait... if I got shot, I shouldn't be able to think, right? I shouldn't be standing here trying to make sense of what just happened. So what's going on? I don't understand anymore."Are you okay?" I heard Cassius's voice. It was low, barely above a whisper, like he was scared to speak any louder.I raised my head slowly to look at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears."What...what..." I stuttered. The words wouldn't come out right. My mouth was open but nothing made sense.Then I turned around to look behind me. That's when I saw it.A body lying on the ground right beside the h

Zylara's POV I took a deep breath and continued forward, moving even more carefully now. As I got closer to the door, I started to hear voices coming from inside. They were muffled and inaudible at first, which meant people were definitely in there. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to keep moving. I could just slip past and they'd never even know I was there. "...in Italy, but I already sent someone there..." The voice became clearer as I got closer. "Are you sure Luciano won't say anything, though?" Another voice responded, this one with that British accent I'd come to recognize and hate. It was the man who'd touched my face earlier. "I just have this feeling that we can't trust him." I pressed myself against the wall, barely breathing as I inched closer to the door. "He won't. I've trained him more than you think..." the first voice said dismissively. There was a pause, and I thought maybe they were done talking, but then the British man spoke again, and what he said

Zylara's POVI creaked my eyes open and was immediately met with darkness. Where am I? Why the hell is everywhere dark? It took me a second before I realised I was blindfolded. I raised my hand to remove the blindfold, but I realised my hands were tied behind my back.What the fuck happened to me? Why am I tied up? Why?I racked my brain, trying to think past the pounding pain in my head. Then everything came rushing back like a wave crashing over me. My sister had called me to come out and meet her. I had been so excited, practically running to see her. But then those guys...they came out of nowhere. I remember seeing my sister from far away, but I didn't even get to hug her as I had planned. The thought made my chest tighten. But is my sister safe? Was she kidnapped too?Fear clawed at my throat as the possibilities flooded my mind.I tried to wriggle my hands off the rope, twisting and pulling with everything I had, but I couldn't budge them even an inch. The rope was tied so tight