Pearl Gem
Morning sun bath the chamber. Food and water came, delivered by court ladies with stone-cold faces, but never him. No warmth. No knock at the door. No golden eyes waiting on the veranda. Each hour stretched longer than the last. What I thought was a miracle, his proposal, his affection, twisted itself into something colder. Harsher. A cruel game I never saw coming. His Highness disappeared from my life completely. Then, on the third night, a maid came. “His Highness is ready to see you.” My heart suddenly leapt, wild with hope. I rushed out immediately, not thinking, not breathing, already rehearsing forgiveness for whatever excuse he might give. The rain fell gently on stone when I stepped into the veranda. And there he was. Kade King Majesty. Still magnificent. Still heartbreakingly beautiful. But different. His eyes, once a place of comfort, now held no warmth. Only distance. Only storm. “Your job is done here, Omega,” He said coldly, tossing a wad of moon coins at my feet. “You should go now. Your family needs you.” I froze. I couldn’t even speak. Before I could ask him why, before I could beg for an explanation… she came. Drizzel Uriah. Radiant in the rain. She walked straight into his arms like she had always belonged there. And then… she kissed him Like I had never existed. That was the moment everything shattered. The return after a month… it wasn’t for love. It was a setup. The Luna Queen’s words… they were true. Royce’s warnings… they were true. The love of his life… it was always Drizzel. I was brought here to make her jealous, to bring them together. Nothing more. Everything I believed in… the smiles, the touches, the words… I see it now. All lies. I stood frozen, heart racing as he walked away with her beside him, their silhouettes fading into the rain and there something inside me cracked. It wasn’t just grief. No. It was the kind of grief that changes your shape. My soul twisted beneath the weight of it. I felt my heart shrunk at it. I walked out of the Noble’s Wall on foot. Ignoring the royal car sent for me. Each step heavier than the last. Rain soaked my skin, but the tears refused to fall. I told myself it was my fault, not his. I was the one who dared to dream above my place. That was my only crime. As I neared the Omega ghetto, a convoy of castle guards passed me. Odd. I thought inwardly. They never came to our parts. What had brought them here? The answer came too soon when I saw a crowd stood before my father’s house. Why? Panic took over as I forced myself forward. My heart galloping. Every breath a prayer. I stepped into the living room, and the air vanished from my lungs. There she was. My mother. Broken. Battered. Covered in her own blood. Gasping for breath. Why? What happened? I dropped beside her, my hands trembling, scalding tears burning behind my eyes. Bright sat beside her, clutching her right hand like it could keep her alive. My father sat on the floor, completely helpless. “What happened? Why is she… why is she like this?” No one answered. My mother turned her face to me, smiled faintly through the pain, and took my hand. Her blood smeared across my skin. She turned to Bright next, giving him the same smile. Then… she went still. Limp. Gone. “Mom?” I called out, voice a whisper. “Mother?” I looked to Bright, panicking. “We should call the doctor… now.” “Yes!” He sprang up, dazed, panicked, and ran out. But then we heard it. Noise outside. My father who had fallen quiet beside my mother rose and stepped out. Another noise followed, louder this time, and then Royce burst through the door. “Pearl!” He gasped, urgency in his voice. “Come outside. It’s Bright.” “Bright? My brother?” I rushed out, my heart still raw, only to see them. The Royal castle guards. They had Bright by the arm like a criminal. Like a traitor. Like a murderer. He was neither. “In the name of His Majesty,” A guard read aloud the royal decree in his clutch, “this young Omega is found guilty of disrespecting the name of the Future King by daring to think of him as a brother-in-law. For this, he is sentenced to life imprisonment.” My mind couldn’t make sense of the words. Life imprisonment? Because Bright believed I might marry the King? “Gem!” Bright cried, reaching for me as they dragged him away. I reached for him too, but chaos exploded behind me. My father collapsed. An Omega’s heart can only bear so much before it breaks. I stood there. Soaked. Paralyzed. Useless. The grief came again, curling around my ribs, choking me. No sound. Just ache. That word, love, had ruined me. In less than three days, it had stolen everything. While I waited in the castle for a man who never meant to love me… My family was being destroyed. My mother tortured to death. My brother imprisoned and now My father collapsed, fading fast. And Kade King… he knew. He knew and He let it happen. He stood by silently while his mother did what she promised and worse. “Pearl!” Royce’s voice broke through the storm of it all. “Your family needs you. Get yourself together.” And that was it. I got myself together. For five years, I lived. I buried my mother with my own hands. I watched my father slip into coma, his soul trapped somewhere I couldn’t reach. I watched Bright, shackled, caged, sent to the shackle keeps like a beast. Gone. And I lived with it. Alone. The only one who stayed… was Royce, My best friend. That was how I survived. I lived with grief for five lonely years. Until now. When fate came again. Cruel as ever. This time, it whispered a final sentence. I have only ninety days left to live. How much more pain must a single soul endure? How much more cruel could the world possibly be?Pearl Gem Morning sun bath the chamber. Food and water came, delivered by court ladies with stone-cold faces, but never him. No warmth. No knock at the door. No golden eyes waiting on the veranda. Each hour stretched longer than the last. What I thought was a miracle, his proposal, his affection, twisted itself into something colder. Harsher. A cruel game I never saw coming. His Highness disappeared from my life completely. Then, on the third night, a maid came. “His Highness is ready to see you.” My heart suddenly leapt, wild with hope. I rushed out immediately, not thinking, not breathing, already rehearsing forgiveness for whatever excuse he might give. The rain fell gently on stone when I stepped into the veranda. And there he was. Kade King Majesty. Still magnificent. Still heartbreakingly beautiful. But different. His eyes, once a place of comfort, now held no warmth. Only distance. Only storm. “Your job is done here, Omega,” He said coldly, tossing a wad of
Pearl Gem My father had once visited the Noble Wall, and when he returned, his words painted pictures of a heaven too perfect for people like us. I had believed him, of course, but a part of me always thought he had exaggerated. Until now. The massive iron gates of the Royal Castle groaned open for the royal car sent to collect me, and I didn’t bother hiding my awe. My eyes drank in the pristine roads, the manicured gardens, the towering white walls adorned with golden crests. Every inch of the royal domain radiated untouchable power. The car came to a halt before a domed marble structure that shimmered like a palace plucked from myth. And there, standing like a dream turned real, was Kade King. My heart swelled just at the sight of him. Before I could reach for the door, he was already there, opening it for me, one hand extended in silent invitation. I froze, stunned by the quiet gentleness of his gesture. His palm hovered patiently, and when I looked up at his face, h
Pearl Gem “Please don’t tell me you are still daydreaming about His Highness.” My younger brother’s voice floated in from the doorway, dragging me back to the world I was so desperate to escape. I turned toward him, still clutching the pillow that had become my obsession. “Goodness, Gem,” He laughed. “He’s not coming back. And let’s be honest. Everyone believes you are going to end up with Royce.” “Royce is a best friend. Not a man to me!” I snapped, shooting up and chasing after him down the hallway. Laughter echoed through our little home as we dashed into the living room. My mother, busy serving lunch in the dining area, looked up with a small, knowing smile. My father, resting on the couch after a long day at the shop, barely spared us a glance before sighing like a man who had accepted his fate with unrushed exhaustion. It had been one month. One whole month since I had saved the Alpha Prince. Since he had left the Omega Ghetto without a single word. No goodbye. No
Pearl Gem It is unreal. No. This isn’t happening. This cannot be reality. Why should it? A royal in my bed. Not just any royal… but the Alpha Prince himself, Lying there, eyes closed, unconscious. Just as his presence feels utterly unreal, so too does this wild thundering in my chest. A forbidden heartbeat. Why should I feel this way? I am from the Valley clan. We are always beneath. And this young man lying in my bed… he is no one but the future king. I sat on the floor beside the bed, my chin resting against the wooden frame, my gaze fixed on his face. A face carved by the gods from the most precious stone, a visage too perfect, too cruel in its beauty. Designed not just to rule, but to imprison hearts. Like mine. I had called for help immediately. And help had come. After His Highness was brought into my room, my father had sprinted toward the Noble’s Wall, breathless, to spread word that his Highness was still alive. My eyes trailed over the sculpted lines of hi
Pearl Gem "W...what?" "You heard me right, Pearl. You are suffering from heart disease. It developed from prolonged emotional trauma, and I'm afraid... it's severe. You have only three months to live. Ninety days to be precise. I'm so sorry." Those were the doctor's words. Gentle, final as he stepped out of the office, leaving me rooted in place, drowning in shock. My lips moved but no sound came. Perhaps I misheard. Perhaps there was a mistake. Doctor Sarou must be wrong. With trembling hands, I flipped through the papers he had handed me, my heart pounding against my ribs. The truth stared back at me in sterile ink. Diagnosis. Prognosis. Terminal. My knees weakened. But I couldn't cry, not yet. I could only stare at the wall, unseeing, unblinking. The world blurred, and then the tears came. Hot, silent, relentless. Tears of dread. Of heartbreak. Of helpless rage. The room spun around me, and I staggered toward the window, gasping for air. But the breeze that met m