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“I wanna play too!” She excitedly joined Alina in her game and they were enjoying the make belief party until it was late at noon. “Sis, I don’t understand one thing,” Alina remarked. “Why is it that you have a heart attack whenever my uncle is with another woman or is distant from you? I noticed this after the second time you collapsed. Now that I think about it, Uncle Jason was staying away from you during that time.” Alya nodded. “It’s the power of the pearl,” she sighed. “If he’s angry at me or gets intimate with another woman, I’ll suffer a heart attack. I might not die but I’ll feel the pain.”

Tears mingled with his sweat, cascading down his face as he unleashed his anguish upon his assailant. Through sobs and gasps for breath, Azure's voice quivered with a mix of anguish and fury. "How could you?" he cried, his voice laced with devastation. "That parrot was the only friend I had in this place. I could never forgive you for what you've done!"

Each tear that streamed down her face pierced his heart like a thousand needles, a reminder of the pain she had endured and the depths of his own powerlessness. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by Blair's agonized cries. Ashier's clenched fists and furrowed brow betrayed his inner turmoil. Anguish mingled with his anger, creating a storm of emotions within him. He yearned to take away her pain, to erase the suffering inflicted upon her. The weight of his own failure to protect her crushed him, intensifying the anger that burned within his chest.

"Wait,what did you just say? You mean James St Patrick is the man that you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday?" "You are in alot of danger,girl!" Paz yelled as she nervously walked up and down in the living room "To be clear,I did not wreck his car ,I am not afraid since it is simply scratched. It is the way he looks at me that scares me." Says Angela as she bites on her lower lip and fiddle with her fingers "Can you tell me hoq he looks at you?" Paz asked

Displaying a horrible picture. He closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore. It was a picture of a lifeless body. Its face was completely disfigured and covered in blood. It was impossible to recognize it, but both of them recognised it. Immediately. It was Luca's mother's picture after the accident. It was so horrible. Pearl opened her eyes. She was sore all over. " Ouch! " She tried to wake up, but a sharp pain hit her around her thighs. She fell back on the bed.

Angela couldn't bear to listen, and she turned away, trying to block out the sound of her father's voice as he haggled over the price of her cousin's freedom. Aria, still weak and disoriented, was dragged forward, and the men began to inspect her like a piece of merchandise. They poked and prodded her, checking for any signs of injury or defect. Angela felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, and she knew that she would never forget this moment, this feeling of helplessness and despair.

“She’s definitely back. Is that the right way to talk to her beloved father, Claire? I’ve been worried sick you know.” His wife shrugs him off and now holds both of Ava’s hands with a serious face. “Do I need to call the doctor? Are you hungry?” Ava chuckles but then scrunches her face when she feels a quick brush of pain from her abdomen. She almost forgot where she was. “Last time I checked I still have the same set of parents, Dave. Claire, I’m fine. The wounds that heal the worst are not on the outside.” “I don’t know what we did for you to turn out like this.” Claire contentedly smiles.

"I needed your mother to be a woman who would not fight me when the moment came. Two failed pregnancies, eighth, are how you make a queen who keeps to her shallow pool. I am sorry. They were beautiful. I would have liked them. The first one had your father's blue. The second one had your mother's laugh. I sat with your mother through both miscarriages, in dreams she does not remember, and held her hand." Something is happening in my chest. The pearl is angry. The pearl is, for the first time since it bonded with me, *afraid* — and the fear is making it pulse harder, faster, irregularly. Calisto notices. "Oh, eighth. Don't. Don't feed it. The pearl is jealous. It does not like to share a host

Pearl The elderly man with the long beard, who was in charge of the examination, suddenly made another announcement while still seated. I remained at my place, but different thoughts began to cloud my mind. I clenched my fists under the table. Peanuts, wasn’t it? Ugh, I hate him. Why does he have to be so good at everything and act like he knows it all? And why did my heart do that weird flutter thing when he spoke? No, no, no—focus, Pearl. He's just another arrogant noble with a perfect brain, a perfect face, and a perfectly punchable smirk. You're not here to get distracted by perfect problems. You're here to survive.