Eulalia walked out of the kitchen, taking off her apron. Seeing Percival sitting at the dining table, her dark eyes deepened. She adjusted her gloves, stretching her fingers.The gloves were custom-made, designed for warmth, grip, and steadiness, making it easier to hold things securely.Percival served Eulalia some soup, placing it at her usual seat. "It’s been a long time since I had your cooking."Eulalia sat down, "Then eat a lot tonight."Percival was startled, but then joy burst from his eyes. He hadn’t expected Eulalia to respond."Sure, I will. I’ll definitely eat a lot." His voice trembled with excitement.Eulalia took a sip of the soup. Seeing this, Percival immediately started serving her food.Eulalia ate with a spoon and fork. She silently observed Percival’s hand as he brought food close to her. His hands were beautiful, with defined knuckles, long and strong.Eulalia tightened her grip on her silver fork. "Can I see your palm?"Percival, puzzled, extended his left hand
December 8th. Just seventeen days until Christmas and Percival and Evadne’s engagement party.Evadne heard Percival hurt his left hand, so she personally made soup and took it to the hospital. She thought it was a minor injury but was shocked to see his hand in a thick cast.“How did you get hurt so badly?”Percival was resting. When he heard Evadne’s voice, his eyes shot open, a cold light flashing in them.“What are you doing here?”“I heard you got hurt, so I came to see you.” Evadne looked at his left hand, frowning. The injury was so bad, would he even be able to wear a ring at their engagement?“Get out!”Previously, Percival had merely disliked some of Evadne's actions. Now, he genuinely loathed her, and his cold gaze and tone made no effort to hide it.Evadne pretended not to hear him, placing the insulated container on the table. “No matter how much you hate me, you’re still going to marry me in a few days.”“I don’t need you to remind me.” Percival’s face was icy. “Even if w
Eulalia knew her stomach issues weren’t normal. Percival could fabricate her entire background, so bribing a doctor to fake a medical report wouldn’t be hard for him.Maybe she was already beyond saving, and Percival had threatened her not to commit suicide. Fine, she wouldn’t kill herself; instead, she’d kill him. Like yesterday’s impulsive stab—it felt good, but she only managed to hit his hand, causing no real harm.Outside, the courtyard grass had turned yellow. A few days ago, Mr. Lee bought a box of weed killer, and it had dried up the weeds within two days. Eulalia had swapped out a bottle back then and hidden it under her bed. Mr. Lee was busy outside, Ms. Hayak and Ms. Jonas ignored her.Eulalia brewed a pot of tonic soup. It was her first time poisoning someone, and she only wanted to kill Percival. She poured the entire bottle of weed killer into the soup without a second thought, and the mixture smelled awful.She immediately gagged and ran to the bathroom to vomit, staini
Eulalia was quite experienced with “escaping,” but she didn’t intend to run away this time. She found a phone booth, inserted some coins, and started dialing. She was always good with numbers, which probably had something to do with her job before she lost her memory.The call went through, and after a few rings, a lazy male voice answered, “Hello?”“Trent, I’m willing to go with you,” she said.There was a brief pause before Trent chuckled. “I heard Percival was hospitalized, and his left hand is half-crippled. Did you do that?”“Yes, and I poisoned him today,” she replied.Trent was surprised. He didn’t expect such a seemingly fragile woman to dare poison Percival. It was true that a cornered rabbit would bite.“My grandpa would be furious if he found out,” Trent commented.Eulalia didn’t want to turn to Trent either. She felt he was just as bad as Percival. But with her memory loss and no one else to turn to, she couldn’t fight Percival alone and had to seek help from his “enemy.”
The hospital was a total mess. Percival had been found poisoned, and the only thing he had eaten today was the dark, murky tonic that Eulalia had brought him.The pot of soup was still on the table, and the remaining residue was sent for testing. The results came back quickly—it contained "herbicide."Mr. Lee was stunned when he heard this. The herbicide was from their home. Lately, the garden at the villa had been overrun with weeds, and nothing seemed to work, so he had bought a box of powerful herbicide. It killed the weeds instantly, drying them out in less than two days. He never imagined that the same herbicide would nearly kill Percival.This powerful herbicide was extremely corrosive. It could erode tree roots, let alone a human stomach. Thankfully, Percival was in the hospital. He was rushed for a stomach pump immediately, saving valuable time.If he had been far from the hospital and treatment had been delayed or mishandled, he might not have survived.Percival was taken int
Eulalia stared at the video. She was just one step away from regaining her memory, but fear gripped her. The terror she had buried deep in her soul suddenly erupted, screaming at her not to click on it, warning that something horrifying awaited inside.She took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she placed it on the mouse and clicked on the video. A man appeared on screen, kneeling in a strange position. His white shirt was soaked in blood, and his legs were twisted, obviously broken.The video had been edited down to five minutes. Eulalia sat dumbfounded in front of the computer. As the video played, her locked memories flooded back like a torrent, overwhelming her mind. They shattered into fragments, each piece a mirror reflecting the memories she had lost.These memories roared within her like demons, fighting to cover up the most terrifying ones. But as the video continued, the locks holding these demons broke one by one, revealing them in all their bloody horror before Eulalia'
Percival knew she was planning to run away just by looking at her outfit. Despite feeling fired up inside, seeing her gaunt figure, swollen red eyes, and the blood at the corner of her mouth just shattered his heart like ice under a hammer.He walked over and took Eulalia’s cold hand, surprisingly, she didn't resist and quietly got into the car with him.“You poisoned me as a chance to escape?” Percival asked, holding her close with one arm.“Yes, too bad the weedkiller wasn't strong enough to kill you outright.”Percival clenched his teeth so hard that he tasted blood, his freshly washed stomach starting to burn with pain. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Eulalia, do you really hate me that much? To the extent that you'd dirty your own hands by poisoning me?"Eulalia laughed bitterly as if she heard a huge joke, her body shaking like grass under a storm.“Dirty my hands?” she retorted, thrusting her ugly, trembling hands in front of Percival. “These hands, stabbed with 28 steel needles,
“You think I’d still love the child tainted with your blood after all I’ve been through?” Eulalia’s words were cruel, but her heart ached fiercely, like a small hand was squeezing it tight.Her eyes were red and sore, but no tears fell. “You’ll never know how I counted every minute during that hour, or those ten calls... I called you ten times. Why didn’t you answer? If you’d just answered the last one, Vincent wouldn’t have died.”She wasn’t afraid of pain or disability; she just couldn’t accept losing the most important person in her life.For over ten years, Vincent had been her guiding light, one she silently cherished in her heart, only for Percival to extinguish it with a casual swipe.Percival’s throat tightened as he picked up Eulalia’s coat and wrapped it around her, covering her injuries below her neck. He held her tightly, tears falling onto her neck. “You should hate me. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but Eulalia, I have only you left. Only you. I know I’m unforgivable,
#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