Percival held Eulalia's cold hand, applying the medicine gently, treating someone with such care for the first time in his life.If anyone who knew him saw this scene, they would undoubtedly be shocked. Who was Percival? Mentioning his name would usually lead to thoughts of arrogance and haughtiness. And yet, here he was, kneeling before a woman, applying medicine to her wound, and that woman was someone he had despised.Percival didn't even notice his own actions, and Eulalia seemed soulless. Only the nurse noticed the harmony between them, a harmony that seemed impenetrable. Rumors had claimed their relationship was broken, but this scene told a different story.Indeed... one should never trust rumors online.Percival had never tended to anyone before, let alone with such meticulous care. He applied the medicine and wrapped the wound with gauze.Afraid that Eulalia might collapse again, he fastened her seatbelt before moving behind to push the wheelchair.The nurse hesitated for a m
Eulalia lowered her head and bit down hard on Percival's wrist, tearing at his flesh with her sharp teeth. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but she didn't let go.Percival's brow twitched in pain, but he refused to release her. He held Eulalia tightly and said to the cop behind him, "Get someone to take the body away and deal with it.""How should we handle it?" The cop asked.Indeed, how? Percival twisted his wrist, pinning Eulalia's jaw and staring at her blood-stained teeth. His eyes were cold as he asked, "Eulalia, how should we handle this? Bury it somewhere? Or send it to the crematorium?"Eulalia couldn't speak, her mouth filled with sobs and moans of pain. The taste of blood was so strong she couldn't tell if it was Percival's or her own."If you won't speak, then we'll send it to the crematorium."The cop called for assistance on his radio, preparing to remove the body from the scene. It was best to follow Percival's suggestion and have it cremated."No..." Eulalia's voic
Eulalia looked up, tears spilling from her beautiful eyes. Her usually bright eyes were now clouded with despair. Percival seemed to see through her eyes into her soul, where everything was ashen.Her stomach was still in agony, and Eulalia was tired of the pain. With her eyes stinging, she said, "Percival, my family is ruined, and I've paid my debt to you...""What debt?" Percival interrupted her coldly, his eyes narrowed and glinting with an icy light. "Eulalia, you can never repay what you owe me. Don't think you can blame your father's death on me. Your father may be gone, but you still have your brother. If you don't want him to end up like your father, you'd better put those thoughts away. You know what I'm capable of."Since Eulalia had already branded him as utterly cruel, he would show her cruelty. Otherwise, he wouldn't live up to her words.Percival stood before her, tall and shadowed, his face darkened by the dim light."You're using Benedict to threaten me?""It's not a t
Percival stepped out of the car, taking the umbrella with one hand and holding Eulalia's icy little hand with the other.Entering the cemetery, Eulalia looked out at a field filled with tombstones. The gloomy sky hung heavily above, making it feel like the air was hard to breathe.Sawyer had been buried only a few days ago, and the cleanest stone in the area marked his grave.In front of the tombstone lay a bouquet of lilies, their petals wilted and disfigured by the rain. Eulalia crouched down, tidying the flowers, then used her sleeve to wipe the picture on the stone. In the photo, a young Sawyer was dressed in a suit, smiling brightly, his eyes filled with wisdom and spirit.It was his wedding picture, and his wife's photo was also from their wedding. Placed together, they looked harmonious, as if time had rewound twenty-eight years.Sawyer might not have been a good father, but he was a good husband. Twenty-three years after his wife's death, he never remarried and even bought a p
Among the pile of discarded items, something caught Percival's eye. It looked like a decorative painting. He turned it over and was stunned. It was not a decoration at all but his and Eulalia's wedding photo.He vaguely remembered this photo, but he had smashed it and told Eulalia to throw it away. How had it reappeared here, intact? Had she secretly framed it again and hidden it? And if she had kept it for four years, why was it now thrown in with the junk?Percival couldn't describe his feelings. He had been denying Eulalia's change of heart towards him, but now, seeing this abandoned wedding photo, he had to admit that she had truly given up on her feelings for him.He had always called Eulalia cheap, confidently thinking she would remain so forever. He never thought the day would come when she would stop loving him. It had caught him off guard.He gripped the photo frame tightly, his knuckles turning white.Eulalia came out and saw him standing by the pile of junk. As she approach
"No matter if it was said four years ago or now, if you want to leave me, you can only do so in death." Looking at Eulalia's indifferent eyes, Percival's hawk-like gaze grew colder. He grabbed Eulalia's hair, pulling her roughly into his arms."Eulalia, don't even think about finding another man," he warned.Eulalia looked at him with his “it’s only natural” attitude, her stomach aching with anger. She looked up, “Percival, you can’t even control your own heart, and you want to control mine?”"Don't compare yourself to me. I told you, Evadne is different. She won't mind."Marriage and feelings never intersected for him. Being married didn't mean he couldn't be good to Evadne; they could coexist peacefully as before.Men are creatures of desire, and he wasn't the only one to have feelings for two women. He could take care of Evadene and maintain his marriage with Eulalia.Since he and Eulalia were still married, he wouldn't allow her to cheat, not even emotionally, because he had a cle
Eulalia gripped her phone, her chest heaving, as the air around her seemed to thin, making it hard to breathe.After a long pause, Eulalia finally said, "Fine, I'll do it."Satisfied with her response, Percival hung up and went to be with his beloved.Eulalia stared at the dark, empty room, clenching her teeth. The thought of Percival contentedly helping Evadne move while she had to get up early to shop and cook made her stomach ache. She wanted to smash Percival's face!Lying in bed, Eulalia looked at the wedding photo hanging above her head. The more she looked, the more it irritated her. She suddenly understood why Percival had smashed this photo in anger. She wanted to smash it too, and even burn that annoying face of Percival's to ashes.Tears welled in her eyes, and Eulalia covered her face, her voice hoarse as she gritted her teeth, "Percival, you bastard, I'm dying, and you still torment me like this."The next day, Eulalia got up early and saw her red and swollen eyes in the
Percival's face darkened when he heard Eulalia's sarcastic remarks about Evadne. He ordered, "You seem to be in high spirits, clearly not needing anyone to take care of you. Go and make some new dishes."His words were strange, as if cooking for him was her greatest honor."Who's taking care of whom? I cleaned the rooms, bought and cooked the food. This is my house!" Eulalia's chest was burning with anger, and she couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of rage, she kicked over the trash can, spilling the red oily pig's trotter soup all over the floor."Percival, do you think I care? You said you wanted Evadne to take care of me, but it seems more like satisfying your selfish desires. I'm sick of you! I'm done serving you!" she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Her eyes reddened, and she lost her appetite for the only bowl of pig's trotter soup on the table. She had spent two hundred to spite this despicable couple, and it was not worth it.Eulalia tried to leave the dining room to go
#Barry AnimalAbuse#This trending topic suddenly appeared at the top of social media.Barry rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating from stress or if there was an issue with her phone. Hadn't Evette just told her on the call that #Eulalia AnimalAbuse# was trending? Why was she seeing something different?Barry's heart pounded, and a growing sense of unease filled her. She carefully opened her eyes again and looked at her phone. Nothing had changed from what she saw earlier, except the trending topic kept rising in popularity.Barry's face went pale, and her breath grew cold. Though autumn hadn't arrived yet, she felt a winter chill. The air entering her nose felt like icy vapor, freezing her heart. The cold sensation spread down her spine.How could this be happening?Why was it completely different from what Evette had said?Didn't Evette say Eulalia was trending? Why was she herself the top trend instead?Though animal abuse wasn't technically illegal, and what's done wa
Victor's large, warm hands enveloped Eulalia's cold ones completely.Victor was the golden boy, a perfect specimen in the entertainment world. This perfection wasn't just about his looks, but also his voice and his very soul.They say that pretty faces are a dime a dozen, while fascinating souls are one in a million. Victor had both.Those who knew him well were aware of his quirks - he could be a total dork sometimes, clueless about romance despite being overly narcissistic. His face would betray his Evettery emotion, and his ears would wiggle when he got cocky. For all his self-admiration, he'd turn beet red whenEvetter his crush was near.With Eulalia, he was gentle, wanting to get close but afraid of scaring her off. When she was in trouble, he stood firmly by her side, even if she didn't spare him a glance.Victor's affection for Eulalia was obvious, but his approach was cautious.Eulalia watched his lips move, his soft voice reaching her ears like a gentle breeze, slowly soothin
Eulalia gently stroked the singed fur of the ragdoll cat, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her gray eyes were filled with moisture, stinging painfully.Her eyes were either unable to cry or unable to stop once they started. Now they seemed almost blind with grief. She tilted her head back, veins bulging in her neck, mouth slightly open and eyes tightly shut as she let out a hoarse, anguished cry.Her choked, raspy voice was broken, like a rusty knife scraping against a whetstone - so harsh and painful to hear that it made one's heart clench.Victor's eyes were red too, but he turned away silently. He couldn't show any weakness, afraid he wouldn't be able to support Eulalia if he did.Kneeling on the ground, Eulalia slowly scattered dirt over Misty's body, burying her until she was no longer visible. Eulalia's thin frame shook violently, her fragmented sobs growing from quiet to loud as her grief reached its peak.Eulalia had never imagined she could feel heartbreak like t
As much as she wanted to block out the world, cruel voices kept invading Eulalia's ears. Misty wasn't just a cat; she had saved Eulalia's life. They had promised to be together forever. Misty was family, a lifeline in her darkest moments, a light in the shadows.Eulalia's voice was hoarse, her tear-choked words barely intelligible as she called out "Misty" over and over. The pain in her chest was unbearable, desperately needing something to fill the void. Her grip on Victor's shirt loosened as she clutched Misty's collar tightly to her heart."Eulalia," Victor whispered. The girl in his arms was ice-cold, shivering uncontrollably. Her anguished sobs had faded to quiet whimpers.Even after crying her heart out, Eulalia wasn't feeling any better. Her veins were bulging, her temples throbbing. Her body alternated between freezing shivers and feverish heat, her back burning and itching.Victor's heart clenched. He opened his mouth, but no words of comfort came out.Kneeling down, Victor g
Eulalia's hands trembled as she reached out to touch Misty's wounded body. Her hands came away bloody. Ropes had cut deeply into Misty's limbs, and blood covered the cat's body, tail, paws, and head."Misty..." Eulalia's eyes were terrifyingly red, dry from the intensity of her grief. The pain was so extreme she couldn't even cry.In a daze, Eulalia somehow managed to untie the ropes binding Misty. All she could see were the burn wounds on Misty's skin and the blood oozing from four small punctures in the cat's mouth. Misty's sharpest fangs had been viciously pulled out. How much agony had Misty endured?"Misty, I'm here now. Look at me. Didn't we promise to always be together?" Eulalia's body shook as she cradled the bloodied cat. "I'll cancel all my work... I'll stay by your side from now on. I'll never leave you with anyone else again. Please, just hang on a little longer..."Misty lay in Eulalia's arms, struggling to open her eyes at the sound of Eulalia's voice.It's Eulalia... E
Barry noticed the collar around the cat's neck and tried to cut it off with a knife, but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she gave up—she couldn’t waste time on a collar.Gripping the cat's jaw, she forced its mouth open, grabbing its sharp teeth with pliers. "You want to bite me? I’ll pull out every last tooth and see if you try that again."Misty trembled, lying helpless on the ground, bound and unable to move. After all, it was just a cat—no way to beg for mercy.Barry's eyes darkened, and with a sharp tug, a sickening crack rang out, like bones being torn from flesh. Misty's scream filled the air."Meow..." Blood spilled from the cat's mouth, staining its once-pristine fur. Misty lay there, defeated, and in that moment, all it could think about was Eulalia."I just wanted to spend more time with you... I wanted to see you again…"...After dinner, Eulalia was told to get ready for the next scene. She glanced at the door, feeling uneasy—Jane hadn't returned yet. Eulalia called her, a
Eulalia took the phone Jane handed her and attached the tracking device to Misty’s collar. “Misty's well-behaved; she won't run off.” “I know, but just in case… too many people dislike me. If they can’t get to me, they might target Misty. A tracker at least adds some safety.” Eulalia focused on the device, missing the brief flicker in Jane’s expression. Jane pressed her lips together, hesitating like she wanted to say something, but held back. “All done,” Eulalia returned the phone, noticing Jane still looked tense. She ruffled her hair. “If something’s on your mind, tell me, don’t bottle it up.” “I…” Jane started, then glanced at Misty in her arms, “I’m fine, really.” “Alright, if you say so.” Eulalia could sense something off, but couldn’t quite place it. Maybe Jane had issues at home these past few days. It wasn’t her place to pry if Jane didn’t want to talk.Just then, Reid called, telling Eulalia to get ready for her scenes. The day was packed with her shoot, and wrap
Percival’s heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand arrows at the thought of Eulalia in bed with Victor. It was only 1 a.m. when he glanced at the clock, and he reached under his pillow for the wedding photo of him and Eulalia. In the picture, she smiled cautiously, her dimples soft, eyes gentle. The photo wasn’t big, but he pressed it to his chest alongside the well-worn journal he often read, then lay back down.That night, he didn’t dream. But when he woke, his eyes were damp, his face sticky with tears that left his skin stinging.As a cancer patient, Percival's body was weak, and he often caught colds easily. The open window and a night of cold wind, combined with the emotional breakdown after seeing the picture Victor posted, left him feverish.The housekeeper was the first to notice and rushed to inform Mr. Lee, who promptly called for a doctor. The doctor came, measured Percival's temperature, and set up an IV. But as the doctor tried to insert the needle, he noticed
Eulalia had never seen a post about herself deleted so quickly before.She sat cradling Misty in one arm, absently fingering the tag on the cat's collar. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:"Eulalia, I don't want you as a replacement anymore. Stay by my side and I can protect you. Percival is ruthless - if you want a better life, stay far away from that madman."Eulalia frowned as she read the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard to reply "Go to hell," but she thought better of it and deleted the draft. There was nothing worth saying to someone like Trent. She blocked the number and set up a custom auto-reply instead.Meanwhile, Trent was anxiously awaiting Eulalia's response. He thought he had made himself clear - surely the small-town girl would get the hint. But after half an hour of silence, doubt crept in. Had she not seen the message? Or was she too afraid to reply?He sent another text:"If you come back to me obediently, I'm will