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Charlotte lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Who could that threatening person be?" she wondered.
"I should make a list of who might do something like this. But... I don't think many people hate me that much—enough to break into my house."
Still, she picked up a notebook and pen and began writing names:
Melody Rosewood
David Rosewood
Vincent Midnight
"These are the only potentially threatening people I can think of."
"But since I've become famous and successful... maybe more people hate me than I realize."
"Still, why would someone dig this deep into my family's history? Even my siblings don't know about the curse..."
She paused.
"Vincent? I mean, I just broke off the engagement... but he wouldn't attack me for that. He doesn't have the guts—or the brains—to dig into my family history."
"David? He's in jail."
"Melody is too weak to act alone… and without David, she has no one... or does she?"
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
"Wait a minute… fuck. That diary—it's still in my father's secret locker… in that house. I didn't take it before I left—FUCK."
Her heartbeat quickened.
"And Melody still lives in that house… so she could have found it."
"That means the real threat is Melody."
"But she's not acting alone. She can't be. She's too weak to pull this off by herself. She must have found someone—someone with everything she needs: evidence and money."
Charlotte sat up, jaw clenched.
"I have to go back to that house."
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The next week, Charlotte moved back.
As she walked through the gates, Melody spotted her. Her eyes darkened instantly—filled with rage.
Melody stormed toward her, her voice sharp, trembling with fury.
"You bitch. How can you come back to this house? How can you stay with me?
Charlotte says in an angered tone
" why can't I stay?"
Melody says in sharp and furious voice.
"I'm your sister—and you ruined me. You ruined everything. You ruined David. You ruined our family. And now you just come back… with that face?"
Charlotte stands up for herself .
"Melody, this isn't just your house. It's mine, too. my family. I have every right to be here. So just shut the fuck up."
"Shut up!" Melody snapped.
"You're not allowed here. You're a mistress's daughter. You don't belong here. Go to your new vintage home bitch.But don't mess with me again."
Charlotte didn't flinch.
"I came back because I wanted to. I missed this house. I missed my room. I'm not leaving just because you say so. And if you really want me gone, Melody… go file a case. Go ahead. Let's see what happens."
Melody stood frozen—stunned.
Her voice cracked as she shouted,
"How dare you talk to me like that? You mistress's daughter. You think you're better than me?
Charlotte says In a whole rage.
"You don't even have anything else to say, other that 'mistress daughter' You're a fucking fake soprano . You stole my voice, you stole everything. And now you yell at me—me—just because I took back what you stole? How low can a person go now melody?"
Melody went silent and speechless. She turned and ran into her room.
Charlotte didn't follow. She walked past her, ignoring the drama, and entered her own old room. It was dirty—dusty as hell. She cleaned it up first. Quietly. Calmly. As if Melody's outburst meant nothing.
It look so new after cleaning ..I should have a bath too ...my whole body is dusty now .
After bathing for an hour Charlotte walked out of the bathroom wearing pink bunny pajama and a black shirt, and was drying her hair.
She heard a voice of door closing , she looked at the time and saw that it's 1pm ,Melody work time.
Melody left the house for work, Charlotte saw her chance.
She tiptoed into her father's old room and checked the secret locker.
It was empty.
The diary was gone.
Her gut sank.
It was Melody.
But she needed proof—confirmation.
Why the hell I'm so unlucky ...whenever something good happens in my life ...this type of stuffs happen.
I should check into Melody's room for confirmation .
Charlotte slipped into Melody's room, careful not to make a sound. She searched every corner. Every drawer. Every possible hiding spot.
And then, finally—under Melody's bed, inside a small treasure box—she found it.
The diary.
She opened it, heart pounding. And there it was.
Her father's handwriting.
Everything.
Charlotte was sure now. Melody was the one who had threatened her.
But there was more. In that box, alongside the diary, she noticed something else—something connected to Vincent.
It was photo of Melody and Vincent together..kissing each other.
Charlotte felled a little hurt because she once loved Vincent with all of her heart .
But she always knew that Vincent and melody were hooking up .
" why melody put this photo in this treasure box's...she only put important things in it ..as much as I know , ...and she had hooked up with many men but...why she only kept Vincent picture? ...does she love him ...like truly love him..."
There might be a chance that they both are acting up against me .
But if it's not Vincent then?
If Melody's not acting alone… then who's helping her?
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