Trent stared intensely at the script his assistant had sent him.Showers in the army base getting caught? Stripping to warm each other up after getting injured, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, ripping clothes for treatment, and some steamy scenes.What kind of script is this?!Trent understood that actors sometimes had to make sacrifices for their roles. Unlike Percival, Trent wasn’t as controlling. Back when Riley was passionate about acting, he even invested in a school drama to cast her as the lead. However, no matter how much he supported her career, Trent couldn’t stand the idea of Riley kissing or having intimate scenes with another man, even if it was just for work. So, during the filming, the script was altered repeatedly; the most daring thing they did was holding hands—there wasn’t even a single staged kiss.It suited the innocent, confused feelings of young love.When Riley was with him, she was obedient; if he told her to avoid romantic scenes, she’d nod along, thinking it w
For Reid, his work was like his own child, and among all the storylines in The Palace, his favorite was Pinky’s arc—a proud warrior who lived and died with unwavering resolve. The character had only existed in his imagination until Eulalia’s performance brought Pinky to life on screen.Reid hated altering original scripts, but Eulalia’s acting had him itching to rewrite Pinky as the lead. He had a gut feeling that once the show aired, Eulalia would be an instant sensation. While other actors might have already hit their ceiling, for Eulalia, the sky was the limit.Changing the script was out of the question, though. It wasn't just about the source material—it involved other actors and fans as well. The biggest impact would be on Evette, a top actress and former TV queen, whose contract guaranteed her the lead role. If the second lead outshone her, it would violate the contract, and the backlash would be fierce, painting Reid as unprofessional and selfish, dragging the whole crew down
The tension between the two was palpable.Percival’s face was stormy, while Trent’s was all smug grins and provocation. Percival’s dark, closed-off attire made him look unapproachable, while Trent stood out in a red shirt and sunglasses, exuding a cocky arrogance. As soon as he entered, his eyes darted around, clearly searching for "Riley."Their presence was immediately noticeable, and they commanded the room’s attention like celebrities. They could easily rival Victor, each with distinct but equally striking looks. Percival hadn't changed much since their last encounter. His eyes were as sharp as ever, like a hawk’s, dark and intense. His high nose and pale lips, slightly pressed together, added to his unapproachable vibe.Despite trying to tone down his chilling aura, Percival still made people uneasy. The director and producer eagerly ushered them in, and even without the spotlight, they were the center of attention.Percival and Trent quickly spotted Eulalia. She was standing wit
Recently, Percival and Trent had stirred up gossip over their backing of a certain actress, with most speculating it was Evette, especially since she didn't deny it at the launch party.“Evette?” Trent's gaze shifted back to the producer.The producer quickly explained, "She's in the lounge right now, her scenes are scheduled for the afternoon. But if you’d like to meet her, I can have someone bring her over."“Evette?” Trent smirked, turning to Percival. "Percival, that name reminds me of your old flame. Should we have them bring her out for a look?"He spoke casually, like picking a girl at a nightclub.Percival's face darkened. He knew Trent was deliberately trying to disgust him, but he couldn’t help recalling unpleasant memories.Trent gave Eulalia a lingering look, but he didn't forget why he was here. "Let me see the script for the upcoming scenes.""Of course, of course." The producer handed over scripts from the assistant director, one for each of them.The producer noticed t
Eulalia wasn’t interested in what was going on around her. She stood in the corner, with Ozzie beside her, trying to eavesdrop on the situation. After a while, he leaned over and whispered, “I think I heard them say they’re changing the script. Do you think they’ll cut our scenes?”Eulalia didn’t respond, so Ozzie kept listening. And sure enough, his worst fears came true.“I heard them clearly—they’re cutting your scenes, especially the kissing scenes. No stand-ins allowed, either,” Ozzie frowned, looking frustrated.Eulalia finally spoke up, “They’re cutting my scenes; why are you looking so upset?”Ozzie sighed, “Who’s in those intimate scenes with you? Me! If they cut yours, they’ll cut mine, too. And now they’ll bring in a stand-in—these days, they’re not even good-looking, and some are even guys. I can’t do that…” He trailed off, realizing how his words sounded and quickly shut up, worried Eulalia might think he was being sleazy.But Eulalia wasn’t bothered. Her mind was already
The past few days focused mainly on filming scenes with Eulalia and Ozzie. Early call times were set, but Evette, who insisted on her beauty sleep, had her scenes shifted to the afternoon, much to Reid's growing frustration.Evette rushed over after touching up her makeup, aware only that the investors wanted to see her act, but clueless about the exact scene. Nervous and uneasy, she avoided asking questions, sneaking only a quick glance in Eulalia's direction before keeping her head down and eyes wandering—a behavior unlike her usual self.Trent's gaze lazily landed on her face, his eyes narrowing as if he found something amusing. "Let’s start. We'll shoot the scene where the beggars assault her."“What?!” Evette blurted out. She had read the script thoroughly and knew exactly which scene Trent was talking about—a part where Remi is surrounded by five or six beggars, nearly losing her dignity. Her clothes are torn, her hair disheveled, and she looks utterly defeated.Evette despised
As soon as Trent called Eulalia's name, everyone's attention turned to her.Eulalia quickly finished sending a message and put her phone down, pretending she hadn't heard anything.Ozzie nudged her with his elbow. "He's calling you. Go on."Eulalia wanted to keep ignoring it, but it was beyond the point where she could pretend anymore. Even her best acting skills couldn't ignore this.The assistant director came over. "Eulalia, Trent wants you to come sit with him. Let's go - he's not someone you want to offend."Evette, who was still trying to act through gritted teeth, noticed Eulalia approaching the director's area. Her whole body tensed up and her expression crumbled."Cut!" Reid stopped filming. He couldn't continue at this point. Evette had been doing okay before, but now her performance was falling apart. There was no point in continuing.Trent hadn't come to watch the filming. He was here specifically to mess with Evette.Even though Reid was dissatisfied with Evette, he hadn'
"How did you forget your dead wife who burned in that fire and start liking her replacement? Percival, I thought you were such a devoted man, but I guess not," Trent sneered.Percival's jaw clenched, his whole body radiating murderous intent. "Don't you dare mention her!""The more you tell me not to, the more I want to," Trent said defiantly. As he spoke, the wound on his lip stung, making him wince. He glanced at Eulalia. In the past, if he'd gotten even a tiny scratch, that village girl would've been on the verge of tears with worry. But now she wouldn't even give him a warm look. Something sharp seemed to pierce his heart, causing a dull ache. He was usually good at enduring pain, but this feeling spread from his chest up to his throat, leaving him choked up.Trent pointed at Percival, unleashing his emotions: "This guy, Percival, the supposed perfect man plastered all over social media. Always going on about how he cherishes his wife and built an amusement park for his late wife.
#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