Orian had arranged for a young female doctor for Eulalia, a 25-year-old named Sarah. With a doll-like face and her long, soft hair styled into a bun, she looked youthful and radiant. Her skin was so smooth it made you want to pinch it.Eulalia’s first impression of Sarah was that she was a cheerful, bubbly good girl. But after ten minutes of conversation, Sarah hadn’t cracked a single smile. She was surprisingly reserved.Upon learning about Eulalia’s pregnancy, Sarah said with a straight face, “Your body isn’t fit for pregnancy right now.”Eulalia looked at Orian, puzzled.“Looking at him won’t help. You know your body better than anyone. Whether it’s for the child or for you, you shouldn’t be pregnant. You should consider terminating it,” Sarah said, listing several reasons, more and clearer than Eulalia had thought of herself.“Don’t blame me for being blunt. I’m just stating the facts. It’s up to you.”Sarah was so straightforward it was almost scary.Both Orian and the previous d
Some people come into your life and change its entire course.After Eulalia got out of the car, she took out the ultrasound report that she had been keeping in her bag. She looked at the tiny shadow inside the ultrasound image, still finding it hard to believe that there was a little life growing inside her.Eulalia gently touched her belly, then let out a bitter smile. She crumpled up the pregnancy test in her hand and tossed it into a trash can.By the time Eulalia got home, it was already late, almost six o’clock. But it was summer, and the sun set late, so she didn’t feel it was that late.Percival had come home early and hadn’t seen Eulalia. He asked Mabel and remembered that Eulalia had gone to the orphanage today. He kept checking the time, growing increasingly restless. “It’s just a visit to the orphanage. Why is she taking so long?”Suppressing the urge to call her, he waited another half hour before finally hearing the sound of the door unlocking.Eulalia changed her shoes a
Percival, heeding the doctor's advice, didn't touch Eulalia anymore. But his hand still rested on her waist, like a sated king after a feast. He patted Eulalia's cheek and said contentedly, "You were way better just now than lying on the bed motionless before. Keep it up."Eulalia smirked but didn't say anything. When she was sincere, he despised her; now that she's faking it, he actually likes it.Percival grabbed his clothes and went to take a shower. Eulalia picked up the photo album from the floor, dusted off the non-existent dust, and carefully put it back where it belonged.Percival didn't fully trust Eulalia's words. Once in the bathroom, he called Dr. Kruso.The doctor answered, sounding puzzled, "Mr. Dunraven, what's the matter at this late hour?""Can I share a room with Eulalia?""Has your wife's period ended?" Dr. Kruso asked.Percival's eyes darkened, "It should be over."After a moment of silence, the doctor said, "She is still on medication for her cold constitution. It
Evadne looked at the hand gripping her wrist, her face slightly displeased. “Why didn’t Eulalia tell Percival she’s carrying a bastard?”What Percival hates most is betrayal. If he found out that the child in Eulalia’s womb belonged to someone else, then... Evadne’s clear eyes suddenly clouded over, resembling a venomous snake lurking among the leaves.Mabel: “Evadne, how can you prove that the child in Eulalia’s belly is illegitimate?”“Well...” Evadne hesitated, “She’s keeping it a secret from Percival.”If she were pregnant, she’d be dying to tell Percival. Why would she hide it? Eulalia’s behavior was a classic case of a guilty conscience.“Evadne, your words don’t prove anything. What if she’s just worried about miscarrying and that’s why she hasn’t told Percival? You might be doing her a favor by calling him.”
This was nothing like what Evadne had expected. She was getting anxious, wondering why Percival hadn't returned yet. At the same time, she wished she could just shove Eulalia down the stairs.Pregnant women are fragile; a fall could lead to severe bleeding, maybe even two deaths.This malicious thought grew heavier in her heart.Just then, the sound of a car engine pulling up outside broke the silence. Eulalia looked puzzled. "Why is Percival back so early today?"If he's back, she wouldn't be able to visit the orphanage. A sense of loss filled her, along with a creeping unease.But she was quick to accept reality. Just as she was about to turn back to her room, ignoring Evadne, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.Eulalia turned to see Evadne glaring at her, her eyes as dark as a venomous snake's."Evadne, what's your deal?" Eulalia had been burned by Evadne before. Despite her timid appearance, who knows what schemes she's cooking up?Whenever they got close, it was never good news. Norm
Warning: This chapter contains scenes of abusive behavior from Percival towards Eulalia. Proceed with caution.Percival's eyes turned icy as he reached out and gripped Eulalia's chin. "Eulalia, you always act all innocent in front of me, but behind my back, you're pulling all sorts of nasty tricks, aren't you?""It's not me, it's Evadne! She's the one who fell down the stairs and tried to pin it on me!""Making excuses, huh?"Percival tightened his grip on Eulalia's chin, the force almost as if he wanted to crush it. Eulalia was forced to open her mouth, her face twisting in pain.Anger and hurt filled her. Why did Percival never believe her?"Twice now," Percival's hawk-like eyes bore into Eulalia's, his voice low. "First, you slapped Eva. Now, you've pushed her down the stairs. Seems like locking you on the balcony last time wasn't punishment enough. You haven't l
Eulalia could barely speak, her eyes half-closed. After catching her breath, she started to cough softly. Each cough sent a sharp pain through her abdomen, making her realize what it meant to be "in agony, as if cut by a knife."Blood choked in her throat before spurting out. The crimson liquid mixed with her tears, rolling down her jaw and staining her collar.Percival's eyes stung at the sight of the blood on Eulalia's face. He floored the gas pedal, driving recklessly forward. A terrible premonition rose in his heart, making him shudder at the mere thought. He felt like he'd lost something irreplaceable.Halfway to their destination, Percival saw an ambulance approaching. He immediately pulled over. The ambulance stopped, and several paramedics rushed out with a stretcher, transferring Eulalia for emergency treatment.Inside the villa, chaos reigned. Blood stains marred the staircase. Evadne sat on the living room sofa, a cold smirk curling her lips."The bastard in Eulalia's belly
"Eva, I need your blood to save Eulalia right now..."When Evadne received Percival's call, she almost thought she was dreaming or hallucinating when she heard he needed her blood.She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain."Did something happen to Eulalia?"Percival's voice trembled, "Yes, she miscarried my child and is now bleeding profusely. You know her blood type is rare, and the hospital doesn't have any. Only you can save her."Evadne clenched her teeth, feeling the sting in her palms, quickly overshadowed by the pain in her heart."Percy, I'm injured too!" How could he ask her to donate blood to that wretched Eulalia? Didn't he know her unique constitution would make it life-threatening for her to donate blood?People can be selfish, but Evadne's level of selfishness was rare. She had completely forgotten that if it weren't for Eulalia donating blood to her over the past four years, she would have died long ago.Percival said, "Eva, I know
#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