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She shrieked as he hauled her against him, her scalp raw with the force of his enraged jerk. "Your words are… unfeminine." He hissed in her ear. "You will do as I say, do you hear me!" Furiously he tugged at her hair, wrenching backwards as she scrabbled at his hands, her nails scratching in a frenzy of torment. And so it was that she found herself again at his mercy, wounds raw and beating in agony, a fresh blow to the hard shell that held her person. Saline tears fell from her eyes, mixing warm and stinging with the blood on her cheek, staining the clean white of her corset a brilliant pink. Seizing her arm in his own, he coiled it back and away, away from her body, so that the bones screa

She hit the wood the more even if it wasn't showing signs of tearing up. Axing the wood she felt a slight pain at the corner of her belly making her groan inaudibly, king Archer noticed Pearls uneasiness and wondered what might have happened to her, Pearl eased up a little as she tried hitting the wood again but her belly pain seemed to hurt the more. Seeing that all eyes were on her she tried to endure the pain and tear the wood but instead the pain hurt harder as if she was being stabbed with a clear sharp knife, the pain was so unbearable that she let the axe fall to the corner holding her belly.

“Don’t say that. You don’t want to move on without your mate. Give him time. He’s grieving just like we all are.” Pearl’s eyes welled. “I understand grief. I do. But what kind of mate condemns without asking? Without listening? He just assumed. Assumed it was my fault. What kind of life is that supposed to be?” Her voice cracked, and the sound of it made something tighten painfully in my chest. Agnes, bless her, immediately pulled Pearl into her arms. “Let’s not think about that now,” she whispered fiercely. “The others will be here soon. Hopefully with answers.”

Pearl’s pov~ I got another house that same week and moved out. I flung everything in my room to the floor; the sound of everything metal clanged to the floor like cymbals hitting each other. Ceramics shattered helplessly as I struck them against the walls. I was so angry, and I had no idea why I was this angry. Why did I ever think I was special? Why? Because he kept leading me on. I'm a fool. How did I think this was just about saving her? Of course, he’d fucked her!

“Suzzy Ramono killed my mother and somehow got my father to cover and defend her. I don’t want to imagine what Pearl is going through at the moment. “ I am really scared for what she is going through right now. I can never forgive myself if anything happens to Pearl. As for the child, I don’t believe Suzzy would keep it safe. Maybe I’m already too late, but I owe this to Pearl. I made things get this bad. “The child may already be gone by now, but I cannot allow Pearl to suffer in Suzzy’s hands any further. Angelo, please help me find Pearl. I owe her this much. I dare not hope for too much, but I only wish to find Pearl. Please.” I don’t realize it, but Angelo’s voice pulls me from my rever

Everyone cried and cried and they hugged one another in seemingly utter despair. No one could be heard louder than Justin, though. His heart was just broken at the loss of Pearl. He hadn't even cooked a single piece of toast since she had been gone. All he could do was cry, and just then, seeing that casket go by, he became enraged. He was angry that she was gone, and he was enraged at the way that she had been taken. He vowed to avenge her right then and there, and he vowed to never stop until it was done.

She whispered softly. Stefan looked confused. That was exactly what he was here for. To apologize for his group and seek an audience for Clarissa. The pearl began to glow brighter. Its light beat back the orange and overwhelmed the room with white brilliance. The sparkly depths were alive inside, swirling and dancing. The thrumming grew with intensity. “Open your mind to what she is trying to tell you.” The purple sage murmured with awe as images suddenly assaulted his vision. “My pearl does not speak to just anyone.”

A surge of anger flared within her. "Why do you call my name?" she shouted, her voice raw with emotion. "You’ve cursed me with pain! You mated me with a devil—a monster who abused and broke me. Why, goddess? Why?!" The forest offered no answer, only the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal birds. Dropping to her knees, Aurora clutched a small teddy bear close to her chest, tears streaming down her face. The despair was overwhelming, but she had come too far to give up now. She wiped her tears and stood, determination replacing her sorrow.

“Ms. Santiago, I don’t remember being on bad terms, so why would you want to do this to me?” “You…” Pearl’s face was pale, and her body trembled as she heard the mockery, finger-pointing, and discussions of the people around her. ‘Who would pity me at this moment?’ Pearl had always been an arrogant and presumptuous woman in the upper-class circle of Bassburgh and had offended many people. Now that she had fallen to this point in life, it was very lucky of her that no one was adding insult to her injuries. Willow wanted to take the opportunity to escape from the scene, but Pearl saw her keenly.

The sudden stillness was oppressive, a haunting reminder of what had just been lost. A scorching agony tore through my chest, threatening to buckle my knees beneath me. The anguish was suffocating, an unrelenting weight that crushed me with the merciless force of a steamroller. My chest felt heavy, constricted, as if the very air had been squeezed from my lungs. Each breath was a labored feat, every movement a Herculean effort. In my endlessly long lifetime, I had never encountered a pain so piercing, a grief so overwhelming. It defied comparison, an anguish that shattered all precedence.