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
Sarah wasn't exaggerating or bluffing; she had seen Eulalia's medical records before aand had even performed surgery on her this time. No one knew Eulalia's condition better than she did.Percival's face changed instantly, his hand trembling, his throat bobbing."Is her uterus still there?" he asked.Sarah furrowed her brows, puzzled. Outside of her work, she was usually slow to react. She looked at Percival, clearly not understanding what he meant."It's still there," she answered honestly."Then why can't she get pregnant? As long as the uterus is there, she should be able to conceive with some care," he argued.Sarah's expression tightened, and she took a deep breath. "Do you even know what her health is like? If she gets pregnant, she's likely to have a miscarriage. Do you have any idea how damaging that is to a woman's body?"Even if Eulalia's stomach cancer was cured, her poor health would linger, causing her extreme pain and shortening her lifespan.Percival retorted, "It's dam
Warning: This chapter contains scenes of abusive behavior from Percival towards Eulalia. Proceed with caution."You knew all along?"A glint flashed through Evadne's eyes as she nodded. "Mabel recently saw Eulalia taking some medication. Curious, she took a closer look and realized it was the same prenatal medicine her daughter-in-law has been taking."So he was the last to know about Eulalia's pregnancy? Percival felt a pang of discomfort but also couldn't understand why Eulalia would keep it from him.Thinking of the lost child, a dull ache settled in Percival's chest. His voice choked up, "When did you find out?""Yesterday. I thought you already knew, so I didn't tell you," Evadne replied, her eyes downcast.If he had known, he wouldn't have pushed Eulalia down the stairs, causing her to miscarry.Evadne hesitated, glancing at Percival's exp
Percival's eyes were dark as night. He reached out to touch Eulalia's cheek, his lips curling into a smirk. "Once you're better, I'll make sure you get pregnant again."Eulalia looked pale as a sheet. After a brief shiver, her mind cleared a bit. "Sure," she said.Percival paused, surprised. Was Eulalia actually being agreeable for once?Just like that, Eulalia’s eyes changed, going all dark and intense. She looked at him like he was something she wanted to squash. “So what? One baby gone, two babies gone. Same difference.”“You!” He lifted his hand, but Eulalia just glared back, unflinching.“Go on, hit me. Make sure you aim for the baby maker!”"You think I can't handle you, Eulalia? If I want you to have children, there are plenty of ways. I could break your legs and chain you to the bed. You'll be helpless, forced to watch as your belly grows and you give birth to one child after another."Percival always made it disgustingly clear: she was less than a pet to him, kept around only
Sarah’s personality isn’t so much cold as it is disinterested in everyone around her—a textbook workaholic. She’s the kind of person who never lets her emotions show; you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who’s seen her angry or laughing. She’s as bland as tap water.As it turns out, it’s not that Sarah never gets angry; it’s just that no one has ever crossed her line before.Sarah first headed to Eulalia’s hospital room. Eulalia had just been sedated, so Sarah didn’t dare disturb her. She stood outside the door, peering in to check on her condition.The nurse taking care of Eulalia noticed her and whispered, “Dr. Sarah.”Sarah gestured for her to come out. Once the nurse did, she asked, “How is she doing now?”“She’s asleep after the sedative.”Sarah pondered for a moment, “Take good care of her. Let me know if anything changes.”The nurse nodded, “Alright.”“You can go back in.”After the nurse went back inside, Sarah’s gaze suddenly shifted to a room diagonally across from her. Her
"Eulalia, why don't you just be a good little baby-making machine? Don't worry, I'll take good care of your kids. They won't be missing any limbs or anything. They'll live just like you—worse than dead."Percival's face froze upon hearing the voice message, his eyes widening before they began to crack in tiny fissures.Evadne still held onto Percival's arm, but her grip had loosened. A chill emanated from the depths of her heart, spreading throughout her body, making even her toes curl up. Her calves trembled uncontrollably."It's not like that... Percy..."After what felt like an eternity, Percival finally looked down at her. His eyes were cold, his face devoid of any smile. The aura he exuded made Evadne shudder.In Evadne's mind, only two words surfaced: It's over."So what is it like then?" Percival's lips curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He never thought that Evadne would say such things to Eulalia behind his back. Each word, each syllable, felt like needles pierci
#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