Calling someone a "sugar daddy" doesn't sound ok, but Victor didn't get mad about it. He actually looked pretty smug about it.Victor chuckled. "Isn't that exactly what I am? Of course I'm gonna look out for my people."Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, man.Bob admitted it to himself, but out loud he said, "Considering Eulalia's situation right now, I don't think having you as her backer is something to brag about."Victor's brows furrowed and his eyes darkened. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. "What's that supposed to mean?"Bob shivered and quickly changed the subject. "Has Eulalia even admitted she's your woman? And you're still protecting her? Also, what happened when she went home with you that night?""Nothing happened. We just watched a movie and went to sleep. Separate rooms. She left at 7 the next morning."That was pretty surprising. Most women would be all over Victor, but Eulalia didn't even touch him. She really was different from other girls out there. No wonder
Victor's eyes went cold when he heard that, and a barely noticeable smirk tugged at his lips. He grinned, "You're trying to downplay this now, Jane. but did you think it through before you acted? Let me give you an inside scoop - Eulalia didn't seduce me, I tried to seduce her. And I didn't even succeed."The phone went dead silent.Behind him, Bob's jaw dropped, his mouth wide enough to swallow a whole egg.He quickly snapped out of it and sidled up to Victor, making faces and mouthing silently, "What the hell are you saying?!"Victor showed no signs of regret. "I'll give you a real scoop. You dare to leak it?"Jane was stunned for a good while, trying to speak but unable to get the words out. She realized now that Barry hadn't just bumped into an egg, but a freaking diamond.She never in a million years would have guessed that in the relationship between Eulalia and Victor, Victor was actually the one trying to win her over.Jane choked out a "No."Bob could see Victor's face darken
This man's looks are undoubtedly top-tier. The entertainment industry isn't short on good-looking people, but to find someone so striking and breathtaking, there's only one Victor.Bob turned his attention back to the trending topics, scrolling down.Victor hadn't just leaked that old video, he'd also exposed the burner account ID as belonging to Barry.Now Barry was public enemy number one.The video was embarrassing - Barry in her pajamas, knocking on Victor's door late at night, scantily clad, going to another man's room. Her intentions were clear.Victor didn't even open the door, just called security to throw her out.The video had been enhanced, clear enough to see the panic on Barry's pretty face.Bob didn't even need to imagine what the comments were like. Barry was finished - she'd offended Victor.This woman just couldn't help but dig her own grave. The last incident wasn't even resolved, with Steele taking the fall for her, and here she was venting on a burner account inste
Barry wished he could travel back in time and kill his greedy former self.But it was too late now. Nothing he said could change anything.Barry's hands trembled as he clutched his phone. The company had abandoned her, her manager had washed his hands of her, leaving her to fend for herself, and Steele wouldn't lift a finger to help her anymore.The only option left was to try and save herself. She found Eulalia's contact information and tried calling. When that failed, she resorted to texting:"Eulalia, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have framed you. My manager put me up to it. I'm innocent, I had nothing to do with any of it. Please, post a statement online forgiving me. I'll compensate you for your losses - whatever I can afford, I'll pay."The phone remained silent. No reply came for what felt like an eternity. Barry waited anxiously, constantly checking her phone to see if Eulalia had responded.A flood of calls and texts poured in, but she was too terrified to answer or look at the m
"Ms. Clearwater, I'm afraid you'll have to come in person for this one.""What do you mean?" Eulalia asked, slightly furrowing her brow.Oliver explained, "Misty hasn't left the garden since you died. It scratches anyone who tries to take it out. Neither I nor the boss dare to touch it. So we need you to come over yourself. How about this... let's set a time tomorrow, and I'll arrange for a driver to pick you up."When Eulalia heard Misty's name, her heart ached. How was that silly cat doing, the one that tried to save her from the fire? It refused to leave the villa - was it still thinking about what she said before she died last life, telling it to wait for her to come get it?"No need, I'll go there myself. 9:30 in the morning." Eulalia hung up after saying this.The five-minute call left her hair wet and sticky against her skin, very uncomfortable. Eulalia found a hair dryer in the closet.June and July are the hottest months. Eulalia blew on a fan while drying her hair. The hair
Percival stood alone like an outsider, watching Eulalia carefully cradle the cat as if it were a precious treasure.His heart clenched, filled with pain.Eulalia turned to leave, holding Misty close. Now that she had found Misty, she couldn't bear to stay in this place a second longer.Seeing her about to leave, Percival reached out to block her path. Though he had grown thinner, his tall frame still towered over Eulalia, like an impenetrable wall."I've missed you so much these past three days," Percival said, resembling an abandoned puppy. Perhaps due to lack of rest, dark circles shadowed his eyes, which were bloodshot as if he'd been crying all night.His hoarse voice as he spoke these words would have stirred sympathy in most people.Unfortunately for him, Eulalia was not most people."I see. Now move aside," she said coldly.Percival felt as if his heart had been shot, the pain unbearable. He rubbed his face and continued, "Eulalia, when I say I missed you, I mean I felt like I
"Percival, you bastard! What did I ever do to you? I gave you my life, and it's still not enough? Do you want me to die again to be satisfied?" Eulalia shouted, hitting and cursing in Percival's arms. She wanted nothing more than to bite the man who had tormented her for most of her life.A sharp pain shot through Percival's hand, causing him to instinctively release Eulalia. He stumbled back, staring blankly at the two bloody puncture marks on the back of his hand.Time seemed to slow down. He gazed at the wounds for a moment before looking up, first at Eulalia's red-rimmed eyes, then slowly down to the cat she was cradling. Both human and feline glared at him with hatred, as if his embrace had been an unforgivable crime.Sometimes words hurt more than physical pain. Percival felt as if his heart was bleeding. Tears streamed down his face, staining his pale cheeks.The pain was unbearable, far worse than when he had been rushed to the ER during a lung cancer attack.Eulalia was so co
Oliver watched from upstairs until Eulalia called him down. He grabbed the cancer medication and went to the first floor to get a glass of water.Percival had just been discharged from the hospital. Still weak, he couldn't handle even the slightest discomfort. He leaned against the doorframe, dried blood on his fingertips, his body trembling almost imperceptibly.Oliver approached and handed him the pills. Percival coughed twice. "I don't want to take them.""You'll die if you don't."With shaking hands, Percival took the two pills from Oliver and tossed them into his mouth. Oliver offered water, but Percival pushed it away. He chewed the pills and swallowed them dry. Having just coughed up blood, his throat felt sticky and uncomfortable. The pills didn't go down smoothly, getting stuck in his throat. The bitter taste slowly spread.Percival winced, his face contorting. He wondered how Eulalia, who used to hate bitter things, managed to take these pills for three years.The bitterness
#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