Novel-novel oleh H.I Pearl

Dear Amazing Readers, Wow. What a journey this has been! From the very first chapter to this final moment, you have been with me, turning every page, feeling every emotion, and living through every twist and turn alongside Sophie and Julian. Writing this story has been an incredible experience, but what made it truly special was you—the readers who believed in it, supported it, and followed it through to the very end. Your love, your comments, your gems, your excitement, and even your theories kept me going. I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you. Your time, your emotions, and your dedication mean the world to me. Whether this story made you smile, cry, gasp, or swoon, I hope it left an imprint on your heart, just as you have left one on mine. This isn’t just my story—it’s our story. And though we’ve reached the end of this chapter, remember, every ending is just the beginning of something new(like my next book; please check it out🙃) Thank you for being a part of this

SIX YEARS LATER Sophie’s POV "Good morning, beauty." A deep, familiar voice broke through my peaceful sleep, and I felt a warm presence near me. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the curtains. Julian stood beside the bed, a soft smile on his lips, holding a tray of breakfast in his hands. "Good morning, honey," I murmured, stretching lazily before sitting up. A wave of warmth filled me at the sight before me—a plate of golden-brown toast, a perfectly fried egg, and a steaming cup of tea. My stomach grumbled in approval, making me smile. Julian placed the tray gently on the bed and sat on the edge, watching me. "I made breakfast for you," I glanced at him, my heart swelling with love. "Thank you, honey." His smile widened, and without warning, he leaned in, tilting his head to kiss me. I quickly turned my face away, causing him to freeze mid-motion. "Huh?" He blinked. I chuckled, pressing my lips together. "I haven’t brushed my

Chapter 118 Sophie’s POV It had been three hell long days since Julian fell into a coma. His face, once so vibrant and full of life, was now pale and drawn, the oxygen tubes were gone but there was still IV drips connected to his hand. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell weakly beneath the hospital gown, but there was no other sign of movement. I sat beside him, my fingers laced through his, unable to look away from his still form. I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. "Julian, can you hear me?" No response. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, forcing back another wave of despair. I wished for even the faintest sign of acknowledgement. I missed him—his laughter, his warmth, his voice, everything that made him who he was. "Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?" I continued, my voice trembling. "You said it so casually, as if you had always known. And I was so scared… scared that if I believed it, I’d los

Chapter 117 Sophie’s POV The ambulance doors slammed shut, and we sped through the city, sirens wailing. My hands trembled as I clutched Julian’s, his skin cold and clammy. His face was too pale, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath. "Stay with me, Julian," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Please, don’t close your eyes." He tried to smile, but it was weak. His eyelids fluttered, his body barely holding on. "No, no, no," I sobbed, pressing my forehead against his. "You promised me. You said you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t break your promise now." The paramedics worked frantically, pressing gauze against his wound, checking his vitals. "He's losing too much blood," one of them muttered. "Do something!" I screamed. "We're doing everything we can," another paramedic said, trying to keep me calm. I swallowed back my panic and looked at Julian again. His chest rose and fell weakly, each breath looking more labored than the last. "I love you, Sophie," he whi

Chapter 116 Sophie’s POV The sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears, deafening. My body tensed, my breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore my heart had stopped. But there was no pain. I wasn’t hit! Slowly, I opened my eyes, my body trembling, my breath ragged. My heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out everything else. Celine—or rather, Victoria—was standing there, her face twisted in rage. But her grip on the gun had faltered, her hands shaking slightly. Then I noticed—someone had tackled her from the side. The gun had fired, but not at me. My breath came in short, uneven bursts as my eyes fell on the person who had tackled her. Julian. He was there, gripping Victoria’s wrist, twisting it painfully as she shrieked in frustration. The gun clattered to the floor, skidding across the rooftop. Victoria struggled wildly, her breath ragged with anger. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat. "Not this time." Julian’s grip tightened as he shoved her backward, pinning her agains

Chapter 115 Sophie’s POV "How do I look?" I asked, turning to Julian while smoothing down the fabric of my red off-shoulder gown. The silky material hugged my curves perfectly, flowing elegantly to my feet. Julian’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, his lips curving into a fond smile. "You look as stunning as always," he murmured, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and when he leaned down to press a kiss on my forehead, warmth spread through me. Then, he kissed me lightly on the lips, making my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, hubby," I whispered, "You made this happen. You made everything happen. If someone had told me a year ago when I got here that everything would turn out like this, I would have asked them to shut up." Julian chuckled, his fingers tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. "Why?" he asked. I sighed, shaking my head at how absurd it all seemed now. "Because I never thought I would fall in love with yo

Zara's POV Fuck. My head throbbed so badly I thought it was going to split open. It felt like something was pounding against my skull. I slowly opened my eyes, but everything around me looked blurry and shaky, like I was underwater. I groaned softly and squeezed my eyes shut again. My head spun, and I felt a bit dizzy. What was happening? Where was I? After a moment, I opened my eyes again, this time slower, trying to adjust to the weird lighting and strange movement around me. “Are you awake?” The voice startled me. I turned my head slightly to the left, even though it hurt, and saw Cassius. He was standing, staring down at me. I blinked a few times and looked around again. My surroundings still felt wrong. It was like I wasn’t even on the ground. “Where…where are we?” I asked, my voice came out as a whisper.. “We’re flying to Italy right now,” Cassius replied, casually. I blinked again, confused. “What do you mean, Italy?” I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense

Cassius's POV "What time is the flight?" I asked, my voice low as I closed the drawer of my desk. "It's scheduled for an hour's time," Raven replied, eyes flicking to the ticking clock on the wall. I nodded, tapping a finger against the cool surface of the table. “Good. That should be enough time to sort things.” The image of Crystal’s lifeless body flashed across my mind again. Was it the people planning on attacking that attacked her? But why was she left there? Something about that wasn’t sitting right. Was it a warning? “Did you find out why Crystal was lying on the floor?” “No. The security footage around that side is smashed.” Before I could curse, the office door creaked open, and Tyler strolled in with his usual smugness. “Hi, Brother. This one that you called for me...I wonder what it's about,” he said, grinning as he flopped lazily into the seat across from me. I didn’t even bother responding to his theatrics. “Just keep checking, okay?” I told Raven, shoot

Zara's POV There are no words to absolutely describe what I'm feeling right now as my gaze locked with Cassius standing at the door. It was as if the air had been knocked clean out of my lungs. My heartbeat wasn’t just loud—it was frantic, thundering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. My stomach twisted into knots so tight it was hard to breathe, let alone think. I felt stripped bare. Exposed. Like every carefully hidden thought, every buried truth, every fragile piece of me I’d tried so hard to keep hidden was suddenly illuminated under a harsh, unforgiving light. I wanted to look away. I should’ve looked away. But I couldn’t. My eyes stayed locked on his, frozen, as if breaking that connection would shatter whatever thin thread of composure I had left. My hands were cold and clammy, trembling slightly at my sides. I curled them into fists to stop the shaking. But it didn’t help. The dread had already sunk its claws into me. A part of me screamed to run. To fle

Zara's POV Torture. That's the only fucking word to describe what Cassius is making me go through. This...this is the kind of torment that doesn’t leave bruises, but cuts deep anyway. He’s fucking torturing the hell outta me right now, and every fiber in me is screaming to punch him in the damn gut and scream until I go hoarse. "I'm still waiting, Cara mia," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent a traitorous shiver down my spine. No, no. I can’t let Cassius get to me. I can’t give in, not now. If I show him a crack, he’ll wedge his way through and rip me wide open. I can feel his hard-on pressing into my thigh, his body betraying the control his mouth pretends to have. He wants this too. I know he does. But I’ll never give in. Never. "Well...I've learned not to do things without the person's permission," he said, his warm breath grazing my cheek as he let me go. He stepped away and the sudden distance made my body ache with need. I hated it. I hated how much I want

Zara's POV I sat down on the bed slowly, wincing as a fresh wave of pain throbbed through my shoulder. I’d worn myself out punching that damn wall like a lunatic. Every muscle in my arm screamed in protest, reminding me just how useless all that rage had been. I feel like screaming right now, but what was the point? No one would hear. I was locked in a room that felt more like a prison than anything else. No windows, no furniture worth throwing, just a sleek AC unit humming quietly like it was mocking me. Who the hell builds a room like this unless they’re hiding something? My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. "Zara," I muttered to myself, "he didn’t even ask you to snoop. This is on you. You brought this on yourself." I let out a shaky breath and stared at the pristine walls like they might offer a solution. They didn’t. “I swear, if I had something to throw, I’d shatter it.” My voice cracked around the fury, but there was nothing here. Just polished nothin

Zara's POV "Where are you going? I told you you're gonna sleep in my room," Cassius said, stepping out of the bathroom. I blinked—twice—because, holy hell. The man was a walking Greek god. The shirt he wore was unbuttoned, teasing toned skin beneath, while the shorts he had on stopped just below his knee, revealing more muscular thighs than I was mentally ready for. But it was his hair that stole my breath. Wet and tousled from the shower, brown strands falling slightly over his forehead, dancing with the breeze from the fan... God. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look this dangerously good. I always saw him with his hair slicked back—but like this? It felt illegal. "Did I have that much effect on you?" he asked with a smirk. Shit. Shit. Shit. I had been caught. I had been caught red-handed. My jaw was still slightly open, and I felt the embarrassment crawl up my throat like fire. I snapped my mouth shut, praying to every god I’d ever heard of that my cheeks wer

Ava's POV I entered into the room Lyra shared with Mira, Lyra was on the floor, her body curled inward, trembling as sobs wracked her small frame. Karen sat beside her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, whispering things I couldn’t hear. “Lyra…is it true?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath. Lyra’s head snapped up. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen from crying, and filled with panic. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward me, her fingers clamping onto my hands so tightly it hurt. “Ava, can you do something? They’re taking Mira away from me.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t even know where they’re taking her to. Do something! I’ve never been away from my sister before. How will I survive? How will I survive in this cage they call a house? They should just kill me instead of taking my sister away from me!” She dropped to her knees with a gut-wrenching wail, pounding the floor with her fists. I stood there, frozen. My throat closed up as I watched her fall apart. I

Ava's POV "I need to go to Thorne already. I don't want to leave him alone." I said, my voice tight with desperation as I tried to stand up.“But you need to rest, Ava,” Mira said gently, stepping in front of me as if to block my way.I shook my head quickly, my hair falling over my face. “I can always rest later, but I need to be with Thorne right now. This is when he needs me the most.” My chest ached as I spoke. “He’s lonely there. He has no one to be with him.” The thought of him lying there alone without me made my stomach twist.The car had taken me to the hospital earlier, and when I saw Thorne, I felt that spark of relief—his heartbeat was strong, and steady. The nurse told me he had no complications, that he was fine. For a moment, my world felt lighter. But now, being told to rest while he was still there felt unbearable.Nathan had joined me at the hospital then with Mira. He and Mira had insisted I go home to freshen up, saying I looked bad, saying Thorne wouldn’t want t

Darien’s POV I opened my eyes slowly and pushed myself upright. I must have slept after dinner last night. I had meant to call Ava in, but sleep took me instead. No matter... I could call her later tonight or this morning.I slid my feet to the floor and almost froze when I saw a shape lying near the bed. Ashlen. He blinked, yawned, and pushed himself to his feet. The moment his eyes met mine his posture changed: he straightened, reached for his sword, and bowed."Pardon me, Alpha. I feel asleep while watching you last night." He said, quickly. "It's fine, you can go and wash up and helped me get Ava here on your way." I replied. His face softened at once, relief flashing across it like pale light. “All right, Alpha,” he replied, bowing and moving away.A sudden knock came on the door and i nodded at Ashlen to open the door. He stepped closer toward the door and opened it as one of the soldiers who had been assigned to watch Ava stood there and bowed, his hands trembling, as he bow

Ava’s POV"Ava..." I heard Ashlen’s low voice calling my name. It sounded so careful, like he didn’t want the walls themselves to hear. My body reacted instantly as I quickly stood, my knees shaking a little as I found my feet. My heart was already racing.He unlocked the gate slowly, the tiny click of the lock sounding louder than it should in the silence. He was careful, as if even the air could betray us. I slipped out and felt the freedom of air outside the bars. Ashlen held out a yellow blanket he had been carrying, then he draped it around me and I hugged it tightly. It was scratchy but warm, and for the first time in days I felt comfort."Let's go," he said, reaching for my hand, his hand rough. I nodded quickly and followed, pressing close to him as he held a small lamp. Its light spilled around us, pushing back the shadows. My stomach twisted in fear and hope at the same time.When we reached the prison entrance, my breath hitched. Three guards were lying across the floor. Th

Ava's POV “What are you doing here…” That was the first voice I heard the moment I woke up. The floor was icy cold against my cheek, biting into my skin.I snapped my eyes open, blinking into the dimness. My throat was dry, my body sore from lying on the hard ground. At this point, I didn’t even care who had spoken. I had been locked in this prison for days that blurred together. Time didn’t matter anymore.I had cried until no more tears would come. Now my eyes just burned, swollen and heavy. What’s the point? Thorne wasn’t coming back. He had promised me forever. He had promised he’d be there to watch Kaelen grow. But he left me. Why did he leave me? Why now, when I needed him most?And my son… my baby was ripped from me too. I hadn’t heard his cry, not even once since that day. Maybe this place was too far, maybe he was somewhere else. Or maybe—no. I couldn’t think that way. But my mind whispered dark thoughts anyway. Was he safe? Was Darien hurting him? If Darien dared to harm my

Darien’s POV "Should we still leave her like that? She hasn't eaten for three days now." One of the soldiers that had been keeping watch on Ava said. I leaned back in my chair, my gaze narrowing. I had gone back to my clan since two days ago and I had bought another house, and had locked Ava up for two days. I make sure to kill anyone seen gossiping about me or anyone seen trying to sneak out of the clan cos of me. I have killed nine people so far and I think that had made them lived in fear. Which is what I wanted...I wanted to be in control."Give her another food today again, I'll call her to my bed when I'm done with the meeting." I ordered. The soldier nodded quickly, bowed, and rushed out of the room. I couldn’t let her die...not yet. She had to suffer first, then bend to me.A knock came on the door, I turned and Ashlen entered, his sword hanging in its case by his side. He bowed slightly before stepping forward. "I brought them already," he said.I stood, pulling a shirt ove