Eulalia found herself running dangerously low on funds. Sarah, sensing her friend’s financial strain, cautiously broached the subject, “Do you want to visit him after the surgery is done?”
“No, I’d rather not,” Eulalia responded, her voice tinged with a sadness she couldn’t quite mask. “Of all the people Benedict would want to see right now, I’m probably at the bottom of that list.”
She paused, contemplating her next words carefully. “People are at their most vulnerable right after surgery. The last thing I want to do is add more stress to his already fragile state.”
“Could you arrange for a dedicated nurse to look after him? As for the medical expenses, I won’t be covering those. Benedict got ten million from Cassius just last week. He should be fine.”
“But if he does run out of money,” she added, almost as an afterthought, “give me a call.”<
Percival shot Oliver a glance, his eyes icy and unreadable. Oliver met his gaze and felt a shiver run down his spine. He tightened his shoulders, trying to shake off the unease. “Do you think we should explain things to Eulalia?” he ventured, attempting to change the subject.“Explain what?” Percival’s voice was as cold as his gaze.“That you didn’t actually chop off her brother’s hand, obviously,” Oliver replied, his voice tinged with nervousness.Percival squinted, his eyes narrowing. “She’s already convinced that I did it. What good would explaining do?” He paused, reflecting on his own actions. “I guess I’ve brought this upon myself. If I hadn’t been using her brother Benedict as a threat against her all this time, she wouldn’t have jumped to such conclusions.”Oliver nodded, sensing the weight of Percival’s regret. “Why don’t you have someone investigate who actually did it?”“Alright, I’ll get on it,” Oliver said, preparing to leave the room.“Wait,” Percival interrupted, his fa
“He’s got a wife at home but still plays the field? And that’s not enough, he wants his wife to legally transfer their child to his mistress?”Percival’s gaze remained steady, unfazed. He had anticipated that Eulalia would release this video.His eyes deepened, intrigued, as he glanced at Eulalia. “What does a video prove? It was a heated moment, and the woman beside me is just my sister—my mom’s goddaughter. If the judge doesn’t believe me, she can testify herself. I’ve brought her here.”Eulalia’s breathing became labored, as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Her face paled under the lights. She hadn’t expected Percival to bring Evadne to court to testify that he hadn’t cheated, let alone use the excuse of a “god-sister.”All eyes turned to a secluded corner where Evadne stood up, her voice hoarse: “Yes, there’s nothing inappropriate
Killing a person is nothing but the execution of the heart, and Percival’s goal was to make her watch as the people by her side betrayed her one by one, abandoned her, and discarded her.Percival relished the thought of her stepping deeper into quagmires, struggling for her last breaths, and finally being dragged into the endless abyss of hell.From start to finish, she was the sole tragic character in a farce that played out thoroughly.The judge finally withdrew Eulalia’s appeal, advising her to stay with Percival and take care of her health.How could she possibly recover? A tumultuous surge of blood and breath choked her throat, Eulalia unable to discern if it was her heart aching or her stomach that hurt more.The judge’s retraction of the divorce was expected by Percival but not by Eulalia.No one anticipated that Percival could be so ruthless, countering move for move with traps more lethal than the last, like heavy shackles on Eulalia that she could not avoid. From the very be
People who don’t listen need to be tied up like dogs.Percival had truly seen Eulalia as a person before, wanting to treat her well, but she didn’t appreciate it, insisting on defying and challenging his limits.He had said that if she insisted on divorcing him and failed, she would have to bear the consequences.Percival picked up the iron chain from the bed, a pinky-thick and quite heavy one that Eulalia couldn’t break no matter how hard she struggled—unless she cut off her own foot.Percival pursed his lips slightly, a sinister glint passing through his eyes. He was a man of his word; locking up Eulalia wasn’t just talk.Eulalia was too disobedient. To tame her, he had to use the most brutal methods—whatever worked best to grind down her rebellious spirit.After cleaning the room and finishing her IV drip, Percival carried Eulalia in his arms to the third floor via the elevator and carefully placed her on the bed, then tethered the chain to her ankle....When Eulalia woke up, it w
“Unlock the chains from my feet,” she demanded.Percival scoffed, “Eulalia, did you really take my earlier warning for a joke?”Eulalia’s grip on her phone tightened, the knuckles turning white as her body shook. Taking a deep breath, her voice raspy, she said, “Percival, you’ve already confined me to Repulse Bay; where could I possibly run off to?”“You won’t get away, but I relish fulfilling my promise to keep you tethered. To err is to be punished, a concept even a child understands,” Percival stated maliciously. “Since you consider my words empty, brace yourself to be treated less than human, locked in a ‘cage’ with chains. How do you like that?”Eulalia’s face drained of color, her lips a purplish hue, as the butler watched her body shift from slight tremors to violent shudders, barely able to stand.With a slight turn of her head, Eulalia looked out the glass to the sky. Now, chained like this, she couldn’t leave, nor could she die. She suddenly accepted this reality, her spirit
“Are you trying to strangle me in the middle of the night, Eulalia?”Percival took a deep breath and called out, “Bring up the food!”Soon,the maid delivered a bowl of porridge. Percival took it and crouched down, scooping up a half spoonful to feed Eulalia. His voice softened, “Eat, it’s not hot.”The porridge was a nutritious, easily digestible mix, cooked until soft with bits of minced meat. Eulalia pressed her bloodless lips tightly shut, refusing to open her mouth or speak, just like a soulless puppet, exactly as the butler had described.Percival, in a foul mood and lacking patience, forcibly opened her mouth to feed her. The warmth of the porridge and the sharp taste of the meat made Eulalia’s stomach revolt, urging her to vomit.Satisfied when she swallowed, Percival’s lips curled into a smile. But before he could “praise” her, she threw up.The white, creamy porridge
Eulalia was in agony, her jaw nearly dislocated, tears uncontrollably dropping from her half-closed eyes. Her grip on the iron chain did not loosen but tightened as if she intended to crush it.Percival frowned, his hand loosening as he released her, “Why the tears? You’re so scared of just the thought of killing me? If you’re this afraid, why even entertain the thought?”Eulalia collapsed on the bed, unable to control her tear glands, hating herself for being so powerless that she couldn’t even harm the person who hurt her. When Eulalia cried, it was with a pursed mouth and clenched teeth, stifling her sobs until they became choking gasps, which was agonizing to hear.Percival pried Eulalia’s hand off the chain and tucked her into the blanket.Eulalia continued to cry, the recent events haunting her like a nightmare.Percival felt a pang in his heart watching her cry, turning on the light and carefully wiping her face with a tissue.Her courage was like that of a cat, bold enough to
“Eulalia, the person who saved you sixteen years ago is already dead. I’m Percival; you can only remember me, understand? No matter what happens, you belong to me.” If it started with a mistake, then let it be wrong all the way.He held her, coaxing Eulalia like a child, “It’s late, sleep now.”Eulalia’s head ached terribly, and her eyes burned with pain. She gripped the bedding tightly, “Percival, you’ll drive me mad sooner or later.”“You’ve already gone mad once in the hospital; what’s there to fear? Even if you do, I’ll take care of you.”The man wouldn’t truly care for her, possibly indifferent even to her life or death. Eulalia let out a long breath, her voice hoarse and weak.“Percival, I’m about to die...”Percival’s steady breathing didn’t even pause.“I have stomach cancer, I might not live past