Novels by 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

Mira's POVA WEEK LATER"So, what about Kaelen?" I asked, shifting back slightly so that my nipples were right at the tip of his mouth. My heart was already racing a little, wondering if he'd tell me the truth. "I haven't heard you mention his name in a while. Hope it's not that you hurt him. That wasn't part of what you promised me."His hands pulled me by my ass closer to him. I was straddling him, my body pressed against his, and I could see his cock pushing against the fabric of my panties, wanting to get inside me but unable to because I was still wearing them. He was breathing harder now, getting more worked up."No, he's with Velra," Darien said, his voice a little muffled as my nipple was freed from his teeth. "Alina's sister. He's safe.""Oh," I muttered, as if I didn't already know this. My hands moved to wrap around his neck, running through his hair. The strands were soft, and for a moment I let myself just feel that softness instead of thinking about everything else. "So,

Mira's POV For several long moments, we just lay there, breathing hard, our bodies still connected. Then Darien rolled off me, collapsing onto his back beside me. I turned my head to look at him, studying his profile in the dim light. He looked satisfied, relaxed in a way I rarely saw him. This was the perfect time to solidify my position, to make sure he didn't forget his promises once the post-orgasm haze wore off. "So when do we move against them?" I asked casually, trailing my fingers over his chest. "Soon," Darien said, his hand coming up to cover mine. "Very soon. I've been patient, letting them think they're safe, letting them make their plans. But the trap is almost ready to spring." "And you're sure Thorne won't remember?" I asked. "That seems like the biggest risk. If his memory comes back completely—" "It won't," Darien interrupted confidently. "I've made sure of that. The drugs I've been giving him aren't just suppressing his memories—they're creating new ones. False

Mira's POVI could feel him trembling beneath my touch, and it made me smile around his cock. This was power. Real power. This—having the Alpha of the entire northern territory falling apart under my mouth—this was true power.And I loved every second of it.I pulled back slowly, letting his cock slip from between my lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected my mouth to the tip, and I watched as Darien's eyes followed the movement."You taste so good," I murmured, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. "I've missed this. Missed you."It wasn't entirely a lie. I had missed this—the control, the feeling of being wanted, being needed. Darien was addicted to me in a way he'd never been addicted to any of his other slaves or even his precious Luna Alina. And I'd made sure of that over the years, carefully crafting myself into exactly what he wanted, what he craved."Mira," he groaned my name like a prayer, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Don't tease. I've waited to

FLASHBACK CONTINUES Mira's POV I spun around to see a cab pulling up alongside the curb. The driver, a man with gray hair was leaning over to look at me through the passenger window. Thankfully, I wasn't caught yet. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, apparently mistaking my startled expression for confirmation. Did I need a ride? Where was I even planning to go? But i need to at least leave this fucking place, to not be here when Briane and the others came back to pick me up. To buy myself some time to figure out my next move. "Yes," I said quickly, hurrying over to the cab. I fumbled with the door handle for a moment before managing to get it open and sliding into the back seat with Kaelen. "Where are you headed?" the driver asked as I settled in, trying to arrange Kaelen comfortably while also buckling the seatbelt. Where was I headed? I honestly didn't know where to tell him to go. I didn't know where Darien was staying now. I didn't even know if he'd want to see me or i

Mira's POV FLASHBACK TO THE WEDDING DAY "I don't think the car can fit all of us," Briane said, looking at the vehicle with concern. "Yeah, you're right," I muttered, adjusting my grip on Kaelen in my arms. The baby was getting heavy, and my arms were starting to ache from holding him for so long. But I couldn't exactly put him down in the middle of a parking lot. The wedding had been beautiful—or at least, everyone else seemed to think so. Ava had looked radiant in her dress, Thorne had gazed at her like she hung the moon, and everyone had cried happy tears during the ceremony. Everyone except me. I'd smiled and clapped and played my part perfectly, just like I always did. But inside, I'd been seething. Watching Ava get everything she wanted—freedom, love, a family—while I was still just a glorified babysitter holding her son and pretending to be happy for her. "Will you go ahead, and I'll wait here to grab a cab or something?" Briane suggested, gesturing toward the car. "You

Darien's POV "I thought you had forgotten all about me," I said, following her into the room and closing the door behind us with a soft click. I watched her move further into the dimly lit bedroom. My bedroom. The place where I'd taken so many women, but none of them had ever made me feel quite like she did. She let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and teasing. She didn't turn to face me, keeping her back toward me as she spoke. "No, I never forgot about you. I never stopped being loyal to you, Darien. Not for a single moment." She'd always had that effect on me—making me feel like I was the only man in the world who mattered to her. I watched as her hands moved to her jacket, slowly sliding it off her shoulders. The fabric fell away, revealing the thin singlet she wore underneath. The material clung to her body in all the right places. Her upper back was bare, smooth and flawless, the kind of skin that made you want to run your hands over it just to feel how soft it was. The si

Zara's POV"Your phone..." Raven's voice cut through as I stumbled outside the hospital.I barely registered his words. My legs were moving but I didn't know how. There was no strength in them, no life. I was just staggering forward, one foot in front of the other, like a zombie.I ignored Raven completely, acting like I didn't hear a single word he just said. My eyes stared straight ahead at nothing. What would I take the phone that beast got for me for? I don't want anything from him. I don't want anything from anyone.My sister was dead.The thought kept circling in my head, over and over, like a song I couldn't stop playing. Dead. Zylara was dead. Gone. Never coming back.Even when I'd been working as an assassin all these years, there was never any threat on my sister or me. It was always a clean job - get in, do what needed to be done, get out. Nobody ever came after me. Nobody ever knew who I was. So why is Cassius's situation different? Why do I have to suffer for his bad work

Zara's POV This is it. This is the moment that's going to change everything. Part of me wanted to keep my eyes closed forever. If I never looked, then I'd never have to know. I could stay in this horrible in-between place where my sister might still be alive somewhere. Where there was still hope, still a chance. But I had to look. I had to know. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were fighting against me. My heart was beating so fast and so hard I thought it might explode right out of my chest. I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, everywhere. Thump-thump-thump-thump, over and over like a drum. Please. Please. Please. I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. For it not to be there? For this all to be some horrible nightmare I could wake up from? My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The white sheet trembled in my grip. Just look. Just open your eyes and look, Zara. You have to know. The cold air of the mortuary bit at my skin. I could smell the chemicals they used to pr

Zara's POVCan it just not be my sister, God? I can't help but feel the fear in my whole body, like ice water running through my veins. My hands won't stop shaking. What if it really is my sister? What if it turned out I couldn't save her? Ahhh, no. Zara, don't think that way. Don't go there."Crystal...wait!" Cassius called out as I rushed out of the jet.I spun around, anger mixing with my fear. "What again? What do you want from me?! Haven't you done enough? You want to add more to it?" The words came out harsh and loud, but I didn't care. I didn't wait for his reply either. I just turned and headed straight into the hospital, my legs moving faster than my brain could keep up.The hospital smell hit me immediately - that clean, chemical smell that makes your nose burn. I hated it. I hated everything about being here."How can we help you, ma'am?" The first nurse I ran into said. She had a kind face, but I couldn't focus on that right now."I'm here to see the corpse that was claim

Zara's POV"I can..." I began, but Cassius cut me short before I could finish."Don't you dare!" Cassius yelled, his voice sharp and loud.Then, in one quick motion, he pulled me closer. So tight. So fast. My head slammed against his chest and then...Bang!The sound of a gunshot cut through the air.My mind went blank. Everything stopped. Did I just get shot? Am I dying right now? But wait... if I got shot, I shouldn't be able to think, right? I shouldn't be standing here trying to make sense of what just happened. So what's going on? I don't understand anymore."Are you okay?" I heard Cassius's voice. It was low, barely above a whisper, like he was scared to speak any louder.I raised my head slowly to look at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears."What...what..." I stuttered. The words wouldn't come out right. My mouth was open but nothing made sense.Then I turned around to look behind me. That's when I saw it.A body lying on the ground right beside the h

Zylara's POV I took a deep breath and continued forward, moving even more carefully now. As I got closer to the door, I started to hear voices coming from inside. They were muffled and inaudible at first, which meant people were definitely in there. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to keep moving. I could just slip past and they'd never even know I was there. "...in Italy, but I already sent someone there..." The voice became clearer as I got closer. "Are you sure Luciano won't say anything, though?" Another voice responded, this one with that British accent I'd come to recognize and hate. It was the man who'd touched my face earlier. "I just have this feeling that we can't trust him." I pressed myself against the wall, barely breathing as I inched closer to the door. "He won't. I've trained him more than you think..." the first voice said dismissively. There was a pause, and I thought maybe they were done talking, but then the British man spoke again, and what he said

Zylara's POVI creaked my eyes open and was immediately met with darkness. Where am I? Why the hell is everywhere dark? It took me a second before I realised I was blindfolded. I raised my hand to remove the blindfold, but I realised my hands were tied behind my back.What the fuck happened to me? Why am I tied up? Why?I racked my brain, trying to think past the pounding pain in my head. Then everything came rushing back like a wave crashing over me. My sister had called me to come out and meet her. I had been so excited, practically running to see her. But then those guys...they came out of nowhere. I remember seeing my sister from far away, but I didn't even get to hug her as I had planned. The thought made my chest tighten. But is my sister safe? Was she kidnapped too?Fear clawed at my throat as the possibilities flooded my mind.I tried to wriggle my hands off the rope, twisting and pulling with everything I had, but I couldn't budge them even an inch. The rope was tied so tight