Chapter 1 Eternal Flames

On a stormy night, deep within the abandoned prison, Melody found herself bound by chains, her body marked with countless needle wounds and her skin festering with infection.

Her eyes, hidden behind a blood-stained cloth, her hair tangled, and her lips drained of color, spoke of the horrors she endured.

Despite the pain that wracked her frail form, years of starvation and blood loss rendered her too weak to resist.

Was this the end after five long years?

“Melody, how does it feel to lose your sight?”

“Edward may have praised your eyes as more beautiful than mine, but unfortunately, they now belong to me.”

The voice was soft yet chillingly cruel. Suzanna approached as her presence was an ethereal contrast to Melody’s despair. Clad in a snow-white skirt, she exuded an aura of purity that clashed with the misery before her.

The sound of Suzanna’s voice sent shivers down Melody’s spine.

“Suzanna, have you lost your mind? I am your sister, your flesh and blood!”

Melody stared at her in utter disbelief. The figure standing before her was none other than her fraternal twin sister, born from the same mother.

This undeniable fact had always kept any doubts at bay within Melody’s mind.

“No! You’re not my sister. I don’t have a lowly, filthy village sister like you. I threw you to human traffickers when you were just three years old. You should never have come back to compete with me for the affection of our parents and five brothers.”

“But it’s all coming to an end soon.”

As Suzanna spoke, footsteps approached. With desperate haste, she untied Melody and flung her to the ground, looping the chain around her own neck.

The sudden violence left a crimson mark on her fair skin.

Melody had been imprisoned for far too long, her strength drained to the point of feebleness, rendering her unable to break free from her chains.

As she lay helpless, she could only watch as Suzanna enacted a deceitful charade, pretending to be pinned down by Melody herself, her eyes betraying a mixture of fear and fabricated tears in an instant.

“Melody, please don’t gouge out my eyes,” Suzanna pleaded, her voice trembling with false remorse. “I never meant to harm your cornea. I feel so regretful… I apologize…”

“Stay away from me! Dad, Mom… I’m so frightened…”

With a sudden jerk, Suzanna dragged Melody’s hand perilously close to her own eyes, stopping just inches away from causing harm.

Before Melody could react, the prison door was violently flung open.

“Melody, are you seeking death?”

Mr. and Mrs. Shield, accompanied by their five sons, stormed in, swiftly separating Suzanna from Melody and inspecting the wound on her neck with grave concern.

Their stares bore into Melody, a mix of coldness, fury, and profound disappointment evident in their eyes.

‘Smack!’

Mr. Shield struck Melody with a resounding slap.

Agony pierced her being, and it was heart-wrenching.

Fresh blood gushed from her eye sockets, saturating the pristine white cloth in a sudden crimson tide.

Mr. Shield’s voice thundered through the room, his words a relentless assault on Melody’s ears. “Melody, I had Cameron donate your cornea to Suzie! You, a former convict, will only humiliate the Shield family, even after your release. Suzie is an artist; her eyes were sacrificed to save Cameron. What have you ever done for your siblings? You are a disgrace, and offering your eyes to Suzie is a privilege!”

The weight of his words crushed Melody’s spirit, leaving her heartbroken and nauseous.

Hadn’t she already given everything for her five elder brothers?

For four years since her return to the Shield family, Melody had tirelessly dedicated herself to supporting her eldest brother, Timothy, a financial magnate. Immersed in finance, she swiftly acquired certifications within two months and spent countless sleepless nights devising lucrative plans for him until her efforts nearly blinded her.

However, despite her efforts, Timothy lavished half of the profits on jewelry and extravagant clothing for Suzanna when their projects succeeded.

Melody received nothing in return, not even a word of acknowledgment for her hard work.

Despite everything, Melody held no bitterness in her heart. She clung to the belief that Suzanna was still her sister, deserving of the same love and affection from their siblings.

Melody served as a willing subject for her second older brother, Cameron, a committed medical researcher, enduring numerous needle pricks on her arms without protest.

Despite the hospital’s abandonment of Cameron’s leg injury from a car accident, Melody took it upon herself to scour through physiotherapy literature and research articles, seeking potential remedies such as portable electrotherapy devices to aid in his recovery.

Her third brother, Carson, a prominent singer, benefited from Melody’s creative talents as she composed music and choreographed performances for him, all without seeking recognition, yet serving as the unseen force behind Carson’s success.

Derrick, her fourth brother, a lawyer burdened by the strain of his high-pressure work, found solace in Melody’s self-taught physiotherapy techniques, which helped to alleviate the tension in his muscles.

Gary, her fifth brother, shared her academic pursuits at Greenfield University, yet his indolence and academic dishonesty ultimately led Melody to bear the blame and expulsion from the institution.

For four years, Melody diligently endeavored to assimilate into the Shield family, believing them to be her closest kin, consistently offering her support and assistance.

Yet, despite her efforts, she could never truly win their affection!

Cameron stood tall, his aristocratic demeanor tinged with a hint of concern as he regarded Melody’s disheveled state.

An unexpected itch tugged at his heart, swiftly vanishing into the recesses of his mind.

“Melody, don’t be obstinate,” he urged, his tone measured yet firm.

“Extend an apology to Suzie, and we might reconsider pursuing disciplinary measures against you.”

Deep down, Cameron and his siblings harbored a tinge of guilt towards Melody, their long-lost younger sister who had endured her fair share of hardships during her absence.

However, Suzie remained their steadfast boundary, their unwavering priority!

Yet, Melody found Cameron’s plea absurd. After all, it was he who had orchestrated the extraction of her corneas. He was now expecting her to extend an olive branch to Suzanna?

Why should she?

Was Suzanna truly deserving of such a gesture?

In hindsight, Melody couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly at her naivety.

How foolish she had been to yearn so desperately for familial affection, only to find herself tangled in the Shield family’s web of deceit.

Melody sneered defiantly. “No! Why should I apologize? Let her go to hell!”

Cameron’s frown deepened as he watched Melody’s stubbornness persist, leading him to express his disappointment, “You’re simply stubborn, and there’s no hope for you!”

Taking advantage of the moment, Suzanna reached out and held Cameron’s hand, her arms bearing scars, and gently intervened, “Cameron, please don’t be angry with Melody. Your leg hasn’t fully healed; it’s bad to let anger consume you…”

Cameron’s gaze softened towards Suzanna at the mention of his leg injury. Thanks to her unwavering support, he found the strength to stand again!

While Suzanna showed kindness and understanding, Melody subjected her to bullying and even attempted to harm her.

Considering forgiving Melody now seemed utterly unfathomable!

Feeling a surge of guilt towards Suzanna, Cameron affectionately tousled her hair, acknowledging her wisdom. “Suzie is the voice of reason.”

“Dad, should I have Cameron return Melody’s corneas since she can’t accept me having them?” Suzanna’s voice trembled slightly, betraying her innocence and resolve.

“Suzie, we won’t return them,” Mr. Shield declared firmly. “If Melody refuses to cooperate, she must bear the consequences and remain blind.”

Mr. Shield cast a disdainful glance at the forlorn figure of Melody huddled on the ground, his eyes reflecting a mix of disgust and disdain.

Twenty years prior, a fortune teller had forewarned him about the twins’ fate. According to the seer, the elder sister spelled trouble, while the younger one was the family’s beacon of luck.

Melody’s disappearance at the tender age of three, followed by Suzanna’s solitary return, only solidified his beliefs.

A harbinger of misfortune like Melody was destined to be deprived of prosperity and abundance!

“It’s entirely your grandfather’s doing. He stubbornly insisted on her return, even in his will, leaving her with a 20% stake. Does she truly merit such consideration?”

Mr. Shield’s voice dripped with disdain as he cursed, then turned to Melody, his tone softening to coax, “Melody, this is a share transfer contract. If you sign it, I’ll ensure your early release.”

Melody’s lips curled into a sneer, a bitter testament to the five years she’d languished in the depths of prison, bearing the weight of the Shield family’s sins. Their promises of redemption now rang hollow, mere manipulation tools in their quest for control.

With each disappointment, her trust eroded, leaving a shell of skepticism.

And then, fate intervened in a thunderous cacophony that shattered the night’s stillness.

Thunder roared its disapproval as lightning struck, setting ablaze the prison’s confines, fueled by the gasoline Suzanna had cunningly dispersed.

“Fire! What’s happening?”

“Keep Suzie safe!”

The Shield family hurriedly shielded the delicate Suzanna and fled outside.

In a pivotal moment, akin to past instances, Melody lay inert on the ground, abandoned by all present…

The chaotic footsteps surrounding her faded as the heat wave surged.

Melody attempted to crawl to safety, only to realize Suzanna had callously left her chained.

Deliberately, she left her to face an inevitable demise!

As the flames engulfed her, Melody’s voice rasped with a curse, “Shield family, Suzanna… I will exact my vengeance with your blood in the next life!”

Ultimately, her frail form was consumed by the inferno.

Burnt and reduced to ashes!Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

After Melody’s demise, her lingering resentment permeated the ruins of the prison.

When the fire finally subsided, none from the Shield family ventured to search for her.

Instead, she bore witness to her estranged ex-husband, whom she had abandoned callously, descending from his wheelchair and laboriously crawling through the ashes for seven days and nights, determined to gather even a handful of her remains.

On the eighth day, he emerged disheveled, resembling a beggar, painstakingly collecting her ashes near the charred chain.

The once proud and noble man appeared utterly defeated, trembling as he reached out to touch the blackened remnants.

Soft yet hoarse with emotion, Edward’s voice resonated through the desolation, “Mel, fear not. I will bring you home.”

Three months later, the Shield family suffered an unprecedented economic collapse.

Suzanna vanished under mysterious circumstances, discovered with her limbs shattered and eyes missing.

Subsequently, all five of the Shield family’s proud sons met untimely ends, shrouded in mystery, leading to the family’s complete disappearance from Maycrest.

On a tranquil afternoon, Melody’s ethereal presence lingered by Edward’s side, witnessing him dismiss all the servants from the manor. Holding the funerary urn of ashes, he sat in the yard, basking in the sun’s warmth.

Edward’s gaze lowered as he tenderly kissed the urn’s edge, “My dear Mel, it is now your turn to bring me home…”

Then, a towering inferno engulfed the manor, swallowing the estate and Melody’s desperate and sorrowful cry.

“Edward! No!”

Chapter 2 Melody’s Proposal

Melody’s eyes snapped open, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

She surveyed her surroundings and noted the vibrant red bed against a backdrop of somber black and gray hues.

The chilling air conditioning sent shivers down her spine, reminiscent of the cold embrace of a morgue!

It all felt eerily familiar—the unmistakable aura of the Moore family’s estate.

But wait—she could see? Her corneas had returned!

Melody reached up and pinched her own face, wincing as the pain confirmed her reality!

She had been reborn!

Back to the day six years ago when she had assumed Suzanna’s identity to marry Edward, the rumored disfigured and disabled young master of the Moore family.

Rumors had swirled about Edward, painting him as possessing a bloodthirsty and violent temperament. Two years prior, the mystery surrounding his plane crash only deepened these perceptions, further exacerbating his sick and terrifying nature. Doctors had grimly predicted that he would not live past twenty-nine.

Any woman who wed him was doomed to become a widow.

The Moore family had handpicked six prospective brides for him, all of whom were either driven to madness or fled in terror!

Coincidentally, the Moore family’s interest in Suzanna’s horoscope led them to choose her for the marriage.

Unable to bear seeing Suzanna wed Edward yet powerless against the influential Moore family, the Shields had pushed Melody, Suzanna’s fraternal twin, into taking her sister’s place at the altar.

Outside the room, the familiar sound of a wheelchair rolling across the floor reverberated, followed by the sudden creak of the door swinging open.

Melody shifted her gaze and caught sight of Edward seated in a wheelchair, his head slightly bowed, his tousled fringe naturally falling over his forehead, partially obscuring his dark and narrow eyes. His skin looked almost pallid under the harsh, cold light of the room.

Numerous scars, reminiscent of centipedes, stretched from the corners of his eyes to his angular jawline, defacing his once flawless, god-like visage and imparting upon him the likeness of a hellish demon.

With his long, bony fingers tapping rhythmically against the wheelchair’s armrest, the veins beneath his skin stood out in stark relief.

Edward’s brows furrowed as he sensed an unwelcome presence on the bed, and with a sudden motion, he knocked over an antique vase beside him. “Get out!”

In her former life, Melody endured the horrors of Edward’s violent outbursts, escaping only to be intentionally tripped, narrowly avoiding a fatal outcome.

In Maycrest, whispers spoke of Edward’s doomed marriages and his fabricated bride who brought forth calamity and deception.

One disfigured and disabled, the other a supposed calamity, a match seemingly forged in hell!

Despite being officially wed to Edward, Melody constantly feared his unpredictable temper, avoiding him whenever possible.

Manipulated by the Shield family, she even stole his seal, leading to billions in losses for the Moore family.

Throughout it all, Edward never blamed her, lavishing her with endless jewels and opulent garments, all in pursuit of her smile.

Regrettably, Melody remained fixated on her first love, Kenrick Payne, rejecting Edward’s advances and cursing him for her misfortunes.

She rejected his advances with disdain as though discarding worn-out shoes.

She even went so far as to trample and obliterate his affections.

Cursing him for ruining her life, she compelled him to divorce her and leave the country brokenhearted.

After their divorce, she fell victim to the Shield family’s deceit, leading to a five-year prison sentence and her eventual demise behind bars.

Now, with memories flooding back, Melody was overwhelmed with heartache.

Only Edward had cherished her deeply in her former life, remaining steadfastly loyal even unto death!

Watching the man she once knew, now broken and alone, struggling with illness while loved ones kept their distance, leaving him isolated.

But in this life, Edward, you have me by your side!

Therefore, Melody lifted her delicate porcelain-like visage towards the door, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her fragrant lips and fair complexion radiating confidence despite the fears of her past, as she approached him with a gentle and sweet voice.

“Mr. Moore, as tonight marks our wedding night, do you wish me to leave? Or do you imply that we should retire together… in bed?”

“Regrettably, the six brides preceding you and your father may not be aware of your condition… impotence.”

Melody reminisced about her previous life when Edward’s plane crashed, leaving him with injuries, disfigurement, and loss of bodily functions.

It took him to recover until the second year of their marriage, rendering him incapable of consummating the marriage.

Essentially, Edward was indeed unable to fulfill the marital obligations now.

With these words, Edward’s expression darkened.

“You are not Suzanna!”

“Who are you?”

Edward’s knuckles clenched around the wheelchair armrest, his sharp eyes growing cold and indifferent.

Yet, a hint of suspicion began to creep into his gaze.

Wasn’t this woman standing before him afraid of him?

Melody gracefully rose from the bed, her bare feet padding softly against the floor as she made her way to the door. Draped in a red, enchanting nightgown meticulously chosen by the Moore family, she radiated elegance and allure.

Despite the sparkling gleam in her eyes, her beauty was marred by red pimples, a subtle imperfection amidst her charm.

Leaning down, she positioned herself beside Edward’s wheelchair, her wrists resting lightly on its sides. Her eyes shimmered like the moon, their depths holding a hint of determination. With faint dimples gracing her cheeks, she introduced herself, “My name is Melody Tucker, the elder sister of Suzanna, your wife.”

“The festivities outside continue unabated. Should you dare to dismiss me again, I shall make our situation known to all,” she declared calmly, her voice unwavering.

“And as for Mr. Moore… He has impotence,” she added boldly, her words causing a flicker of discomfort across Edward’s forehead.

A sardonic smile played on his lips as he responded, “Are you threatening me?”

Suddenly, Melody’s fragrant and supple form nestled into his lap, her delicate hand reaching up to his shoulder as she uttered, “No, it’s seduction, Mr. Moore!”

Edward froze, his eyes betraying a flash of hostility amidst their usual indifference.

With a harsh press of his knuckles against her waist, he coldly ordered, “Leave. I have no use for it.”

And with a swift, unceremonious motion, he forcefully expelled the soft, delicate girl from his embrace.

He did not need a woman by his side, especially not one who appeared to have hidden agendas.

Thrown aside, Melody landed on the carpet, experiencing no physical pain, but her heart skipped.

She knew well that this man before her was not the same Edward who had once been willing to sacrifice everything for her.

This encounter marked their first meeting in this life, strangers bound by a tangled web of fate.

Given Edward’s current condition, Melody couldn’t anticipate him holding any deep affection for her.

However, in her previous life, he had laid her to rest with care, pursued retribution on her behalf, and harbored profound love for her.

Consequently, she couldn’t turn her back on him now.

“Is that the case? What if I could remedy your hidden ailment?” Melody suggested, her voice composed yet resolute.

“Mr. Moore, let’s make a pact. Surely, you don’t wish to endure life as an abnormal man indefinitely, do you?”

Standing up, Melody approached Edward, discreetly holding an electrode between her fingers.

Tonight, she faced an unknown fear, so she had surreptitiously concealed an electrode in her skirt for safety.

In a swift move, Melody approached Edward and, taking him by surprise, applied the electrode to a pressure point on his leg.

Meanwhile, a gun was aimed directly at her head.

“What have you done to my master, Ms. Shield?”

Bernard Sacher, the bodyguard, wore a grave expression as he held the gun poised above the girl’s head, the dark barrel glinting ominously in the dim light after an unknown duration of hiding.

A gentle pull of the trigger would lead to a fate even more tragic than that of the previous six substitute brides.

However, Edward’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and he quickly pulled the thin blanket Melody had disturbed on his knee to cover his lower body, his expression souring.

“Wait.”

Edward’s demeanor shifted, his expression betraying a mixture of emotions, his breathing slightly uneven as he coldly instructed Bernard to halt.

Bernard’s eyes darted between Edward in the wheelchair and Melody, widening suddenly.

He turned to her with an animated expression, a mix of surprise and curiosity evident on his face.

Lowering the gun, he positioned himself obediently behind Edward.

“Does Mr. Moore now trust me?” Melody’s fingertips curled, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips, although cold sweat trickled from her forehead to her jaw.

She remained in shock, her heart quivering uncontrollably.

In this new life, she had no desire to meet her end so abruptly at the barrel of a gun.

“Edward, I have the capability to not only cure your hidden ailment but also address your leg condition. However, it will require some time to prepare the necessary medications,” Melody assured him.

“I was forced into marriage in place of Suzanna by the Shield family, with no concern for my well-being. Now, I seek refuge here,” she explained, addressing Mr. Moore.

“Rest assured, Mr. Moore. Once I have earned enough to support myself, I will promptly seek a divorce and won’t trouble you any further,” Melody added, assuring him of her intentions.

“So, in exchange for treatment, my condition is that I must remain in the Moore family for the time being,” Melody clarified.

In her previous life, Melody had successfully healed her brother’s leg. Just now, as she sat in Edward’s arms, she discreetly pinched his leg.

The leg muscles had not atrophied, meaning there were still chances of recovery!

Seizing the opportunity, Melody gazed at him with determination shining in her eyes, reminiscent of stars in the night sky.

As the conversation turned to the Shield family, Melody couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow, causing a hint of redness at the corners of her eyes. However, she refused to shed a tear, displaying her resilience.

Despite appearing petite and fragile, as if she could be easily overwhelmed, the determination and stubbornness in her eyes were unmistakable and striking.

With just one look, Edward felt a sense of familiarity, as if something deep within him had been stirred.

He avoided her gaze as his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly while he took the electrode from his leg and handed it to Melody. Without another word, he turned his wheelchair and left, leaving her with the parting words, “The choice is yours.”

Bernard, the bodyguard, looked on in astonishment.

Had Mr. Moore really agreed to retain this “disastrous” girl?

Chapter 3 Melody’s Resolve

After Edward’s departure, Melody’s demeanor swiftly transformed, discarding the façade of sorrow and wiping away imaginary tears.

Though clear, her dark, almond-shaped eyes betrayed a chilling resolve beneath the surface.

She understood well that Edward’s gesture of dismissal wasn’t temporary; instead, it hinted at her disposable status.

If she ceased to serve a purpose, she’d be relegated once more to a state of homelessness, a mere nuisance.

In her previous life, Melody lived in fear and hoped to escape from Edward, enduring a year of marriage before he gradually warmed up to her.

The timeline of his affection is shrouded in mystery. But when he did, it was profound and unforgettable.

In this new life, Melody resolved to take the initiative to approach Edward and shield and cherish him with her love.

Entering the bathroom to freshen up, she confronted her reflection. Red-brown acne dotted her face, dark circles marred her eyes, and a pallid complexion hinted at an underlying resentment. Despite her delicate features, an eerie aura lingered, a testament to her troubled existence.

Melody’s confidence wavered. Had she truly attempted to seduce Edward with this ghostly appearance?

It was no wonder he had rejected her.

Who would embrace such a spectral figure?

Reflecting on her appearance, Melody couldn’t shake the memories of her past life. On the eve of her proxy marriage, she tirelessly worked on a financial plan for her brother Timothy, sacrificing sleep and pushing herself to the limits of exhaustion.

The pimples on her face stemmed from her clandestine experimentation with medicinal remedies for Cameron. Unable to precisely identify the ingredients from the ancient texts, she resorted to trial and error, resulting in her face becoming ulcerated and covered with painful red sores.

Recalling these experiences, Melody’s fingers tightened, and a bitter sneer crossed her lips. She realized how foolish she had been in her past life, yearning for familial affection and desperately trying to please the Shield family. Yet, in the end, she had no relative to even bury her ashes.

How foolish she was!

This time, she vowed never to make the same mistakes and subject herself to servitude for the Shield family’s benefit ever again!

Bearing the weight of her burdens, Melody’s rest that night was fitful.

As the sun rose high in the sky, she finally got enough sleep.

Upon awakening, she reached for her phone, its battery drained from neglect. Charging it, she was met with a deluge of messages, signaling a new day fraught with its own challenges.

Soon, a familiar call interrupted Melody’s thoughts.

She answered, greeted by Carson’s impatient voice on the other end. “Why did you deliberately turn off your phone and disappear?”

Carson, a renowned singer known for his gentle yet magnetic voice, sounded notably annoyed. “Melody, when will you learn to be as sensible and considerate as Suzie?”

His words nearly elicited laughter from Melody.

“Oh, it was my wedding night; my husband is too clingy,” she quipped. “I can’t get up at all.”

Raising an eyebrow, Melody’s almond eyes narrowed casually as her tone turned cold and sharp.

Carson frowned, surprised by Melody’s audacity in accepting Edward. Wasn’t he disabled?

And now she dared to argue with him.

Despite this, he ignored her retorts, growing impatient as he raised his voice. “Melody, will you ever stop? Must you deliberately bring up this matter to disgust everyone?”

The entire family felt uneasy about Melody marrying in Suzie’s place but believed it was the best way to protect Suzie.

They had no other choice.

So, faced with Melody’s sarcasm, Carson couldn’t shake off a sense of guilt.

With a smirk and icy gaze, Melody retorted, “How amusing. I’m the one entering into marriage, not you, so why the disdain? What’s with the theatrics?”

While coerced into marrying in her sister’s stead, Melody couldn’t shake off the memory of her family’s pleas.

Her father’s weathered hands embraced her, imploring, “Mel, your sister’s fragile heart can’t endure any shocks. Please, for your father’s sake, marry into the Moore family for her.”

Her mother, her touch tender for the first time since Melody’s return, murmured, “Mel, I know I’ve wronged you, but your sister has been by my side since she was a child. I can’t bear to see her wed a disabled man. You’re her elder sister; it’s your duty to protect her, isn’t it?”

A chill ran down Melody’s spine. Since she was kidnapped, Melody had never experienced motherly love.

Was it fair for Melody to be the sacrificial lamb simply because she was the older sister without a heart condition?

Amidst the silence of her five brothers, their hopeful gazes weighed heavily upon her.

They all awaited her acceptance of marrying a disfigured, disabled man in Suzanna’s place.

Ultimately, Grandma’s threat to kneel forced Melody into the wedding dress against her will.

Now, what right did they have to voice complaints?

Carson’s tone softened momentarily, choked with emotion, “Regardless of how you feel about this marriage, taking the financial plan USB drive she made for my brother without permission was uncalled for.”

“She sacrificed five sleepless nights to create it. Taking it without permission is stealing!”

“Melody, this behavior disappoints me. What have you learned during your time away? Stealing, really?”

Carson’s tone grew increasingly resentful, tinged with a hint of frustration directed towards Melody.

Melody listened calmly, anticipating this confrontation.

In her past life, she endured accusations of “stealing the USB drive” to protect Suzanna’s reputation. Because Suzanna had privately pleaded with her several times, she ultimately shouldered the blame.

But this time… why should she protect their pride?

Melody’s sneer was audible through the phone, “Carson, your naivety astounds me!”

With that, she abruptly ended the call.

Subsequent attempts to reach her were met with a blocked number.

Without hesitation, Melody swiftly blocked the phone numbers of her parents, grandmother, five brothers, and Suzanna.

Carson listened in disbelief to the busy tone on his phone, realizing for the first time that he couldn’t control Melody.

He paused momentarily, then attempted to call again, only to discover he had been blocked.

Carson’s face darkened momentarily, a sign of his growing frustration.

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Satisfied with blocking everyone, Melody glanced up to find Edward’s wheelchair parked at the door.

He casually tapped the armrest with his slender fingers, his ink-black eyes deep and inscrutable.

“Good morning, Mr. Moore.”

Upon seeing him, Melody’s almond eyes instantly curved into crescent moons, her smile bright and dazzling.

In her heart, a small voice screamed, “You didn’t hear anything, you didn’t hear anything, you didn’t hear anything!!”

Fate, however, seemed to conspire against Melody.

The next moment, Edward’s voice, cold yet tinged with playfulness and sensuality, broke the silence. “Did I cling to you too tightly last night?”

With those words, embarrassment tingled through the girl, her toes curling involuntarily.

Oh no!

“Mis… misunderstanding!” she stammered, caught off guard.

She… didn’t mean to say that.

Really… really?

She hadn’t planned to divorce Edward; she was determined to have him. Right now, she just needed to vent her frustrations.

But being overheard by him was utterly mortifying.

Edward’s gaze swept over Melody, a cold smile gracing his lips as he remarked, “Couldn’t get up at all?”

The words startled Melody, prompting her to sit abruptly from her bed.

Emerging from the comforting embrace of her bed, Melody’s bare feet made contact with the cool floor as she obediently moved toward the man.

The sight of Melody squatting before him, her eyes filled with pleading innocence, her nose red and almond-shaped eyes watery, tugged at Edward’s heartstrings. Her obedient demeanor resembled that of a lost, vulnerable creature, her touch on his pant leg gentle and tender. “Edward, I’ll be good; please don’t send me away,” she implored softly.

Edward felt a strange warmth as her fingertips grazed his skin through the fabric.

It was a closeness he hadn’t experienced from a woman before, except for the previous night.

Suddenly, Edward’s gaze intensified, and he reached out to gently push Melody’s forehead, his tone firm yet slightly awkward, “You just need to be responsible for curing me. Don’t think of… something else.”

The last words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper meaning.

Hidden in the shadows, the bodyguard was taken aback, almost dislocating his jaw in surprise. Mr. Moore had actually initiated physical contact with a woman?

Chapter 4 The Return

Edward’s condition couldn’t be remedied with just one electrode, especially considering the complexity of his leg injury requiring various medications.

Since Melody’s medical kit remained with the Shield family, she needed to return to retrieve it.

After a modest lunch, Melody summoned Bernard, the bodyguard by Edward’s side, to accompany her.

Besides Edward, Bernard was the only person she knew in the Moore Residence at present.

In her previous life, Bernard had held a negative opinion of her and often treated her disrespectfully.

However, after her passing, he assisted Edward in placing her in the urn. Sometimes, he would gaze at the urn and sigh, “Madam, I only ever acknowledged you as my Madam.”

An hour later, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived at the entrance of the Shield family’s house.

Upon seeing the Moore family’s car, the gate opened to allow entry.

The path to the house was winding, and the car stopped outside a slightly rundown small courtyard, requiring further travel on foot.

Melody stepped out of the vehicle and instructed Bernard, “Wait for me outside.”

She then navigated through the courtyard skillfully. Though the walls showed signs of age with faded paint, the area was adorned with medicinal herbs and flowers, lending it a quaint charm.

A plainly dressed woman in her fifties emerged and greeted Melody, “Ms. Melody, you’ve returned at last. Let me see if my young lady has faced any mistreatment.”

Her voice was gentle yet slightly hoarse, tinged with self-blame. “It’s all my fault. I couldn’t protect you.”

Touched by the woman’s words, Melody embraced Mrs. Ingrid, tears welling up.

In her previous life, she bore the burden of the Shield family’s misdeeds and was imprisoned.

While the Shield family scarcely visited her, Mrs. Ingrid faithfully came almost every month, bringing sustenance, clothing, and toys to lift her spirits.

Upon her return to the Shield family at sixteen, her room had been repurposed into storage.

However, Suzanna’s heart condition fully occupied the family’s attention, leaving no time or energy for Melody.

Thus, Mrs. Ingrid brought her to sleep in the small courtyard.

During harsh winters, Mrs. Ingrid would tenderly tuck her into bed, tears welling as she lamented, “Our young lady should be cherished. Why does no one remember Melody… Melody Shield, Mel is also a young lady of the Shield family.”

Returning home at sixteen, married in Suzanna’s place at twenty, and enduring four years of waiting, no one in the Shield family considered restoring her name or transferring her household registration.

During that period, her yearning for acceptance from the Shield family consumed her, leading her to sacrifice herself and become the subject of ridicule.

This fixation blinded her to the kindness shown by Mrs. Ingrid.

Despite lacking blood ties, Mrs. Ingrid treated her as kin.

Composing herself, Melody addressed Mrs. Ingrid, “Mrs. Ingrid, how many times must I say it? Just call me Mel. I’ve returned to move my belongings to the Moore family’s residence. Mrs. Ingrid, I have a new home now.”

A sparkle danced in Melody’s eyes, her smile infectious, and a dimple graced the corner of her mouth, conveying her genuine emotions at a glance.

Despite everything, Edward was undeniably her husband, and she was determined to win him over. From now on, the Moore Residence would become her new home.

Mrs. Ingrid was taken aback by this declaration, fearing that Melody was too naive and might end up hurt again. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel genuinely happy for her. “Alright, alright, I will assist you in moving,” she conceded.

Despite being moderately wealthy, the Shield family’s main villa was sparsely furnished when Melody turned eighteen.

She had very few possessions in the small courtyard where she stayed. Despite this, she tirelessly dedicated herself to various tasks, including making plans for Timothy, researching ancient books to create medicine for Cameron, composing music and dances for Carson, making incense for Derrick, and hand-sewing boxing gloves for Gary.

Melody enlisted Bernard’s help to move most of her belongings into the car.

However, her portable electrotherapy device was still upstairs in the main villa, so she had to retrieve it.

With determination in her heart, Melody ventured into the main villa alone.

“I thought the Moore family’s car was parked here? Why hasn’t Melody come to apologize yet for taking Suzie’s plans?” Timothy questioned, his tone edged with frustration. “Carson, did you instruct Melody to return the plans?”

“How can an older sister just take her little sister’s belongings as if they were hers? Does she have no shame?” Timothy continued, his brows furrowed with indignation.

With his sharp features and imposing stature, Timothy exuded an aura of authority.

His dark eyes bore a faint mole on the left eyelid, a feature shared with Melody, though often overlooked.

Despite his usual composed demeanor, his current expression radiated anger, making his presence all the more formidable.

In contrast, Suzanna, clad in a light purple dress, possessed delicate features and long, straight, dark hair.

Her beauty was undeniable, yet her heart condition lent her an air of fragility.

Attempting to diffuse the tension, Suzanna approached Timothy and gently held his wrist, offering reassurance. “Timothy, please don’t be upset. Melody didn’t steal the plans; she has her capabilities.”

Carson, still harboring resentment from a previous altercation with Melody, interjected sharply. “What capabilities does she have? Getting expelled from Greenfield University?”

“Not only is she lacking in intellect, but her integrity is also compromised. She resorted to cheating in exams, and the school was on the verge of expelling her. What justification do you have for defending her?” Carson’s words cut through the air, leaving a palpable sense of shame in their wake.

The family members exchanged glances, each feeling embarrassed at Melody’s actions.

How could they have a sister like her, who paled in comparison to Suzie?

Despite Suzie’s heart condition, she persevered in her pursuit of an acting career and even achieved a modicum of fame.

Meanwhile, Melody seemed to possess no discernible talents whatsoever!

Suzanna frowned and glanced at Carson, her tone gentle yet tinged with unhappiness. “There must be a misunderstanding. Mel’s grades have always been excellent; I always hoped to be like her…unlike me, unable to pursue studies due to my health, let alone dance because of my heart condition.”

Her words were filled with regret, evoking a desire in others to cherish her.

As Melody entered the room, she overheard Suzanna’s words.

Timothy and Carson were on the verge of comforting Suzanna when they noticed Melody standing by the door. Their expressions darkened instantly.

“Melody, you’ve finally decided to show up?”

Timothy’s lips curled into a mocking smile while Carson averted his gaze, appearing annoyed as if awaiting Melody’s confession of wrongdoing.

Despite the tension, Suzanna approached Melody with a bright smile. “Mel, you’re back! I’m sorry for everything, especially for you marrying into the Moore family because of me. You must be angry with me.”

She reached out to hold Melody’s hand, but Melody withdrew.

Suzanna’s words made Timothy and Carson realize that Melody harbored resentment towards Suzie, prompting her to steal the USB drive.

Fixing his gaze on Melody, Timothy’s brow furrowed deeply as he demanded, “Melody, return Suzie’s plan immediately!”

Unmoved, Melody looked at the trio before her, finding the situation rather amusing.

Once again, she was made the scapegoat without any justification, a scenario all too familiar from her past life.

But this time, she remained indifferent.

With a wry smile, Melody met Timothy’s gaze and retorted, “It took me five sleepless nights to complete that plan! Why should I give it back?”

Timothy’s brows furrowed deeper, a mix of disbelief and disappointment evident on his face as he stepped forward, firmly gripping the girl’s slender shoulder. “Melody, have you no shame?”

“Suzie has never been capable of deceit since childhood. She simply cannot lie. Carson and I saw her staying up for five consecutive nights, only for her efforts to be stolen by you out of selfishness. How could you be so malicious?”

Melody couldn’t contain her laughter.

She shrugged off Timothy’s grip, taking a step back to put some distance between them. “Me, malicious?” She scoffed.

“Not as despicable as all of you.”

Chapter 5 Confrontation

Melody’s words and her step back had the intended effect, casting a shadow over the faces of Timothy and Carson.

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“Timothy is concerned about you, and Suzie is also affected. They’re giving you a chance to own up to your mistakes. Don’t be ungrateful!”

In the past, Melody would have suppressed her grievances, putting on a smile and trying to placate the two brothers first.

But this time, her eyes were colder than theirs, her demeanor more challenging.

Suzanna, sensing the tension, intervened as a peacemaker. She approached, gently tugging at Carson’s sleeve, and softly spoke, “Carson, don’t be too hard on Melody. She married Edward for my sake. I won’t hold it against her…”

Her words were generous, yet her expression showed a hint of resentment and endurance.

“Marrying on behalf of someone is one thing, but stealing the plan is another. How can you conflate the two?”

“Moreover, she agreed to marry on your behalf and promised our parents and grandmother willingly. You were completely unaware. This has nothing to do with you, Suzie. Don’t always be so passive, letting Melody walk all over you.”

Carson comforted Suzanna with gentle tones and soft words, reaching out to stroke her head, displaying a vastly different attitude towards Melody.

Suzanna’s innocent face lit up with a charming smile as she coyly said, “Carson, you’re the best.”

“But Mel is also part of our family. She just had a moment of anger.”

Timothy observed his younger sister’s sensible behavior, contrasting it with Melody’s cold and obstinate stance. His brows furrowed tightly, his displeasure palpable.

“Where does she get off being angry? She’s been coddled by you, a sister who’s easily manipulated.”

“Incapable of discerning right from wrong, bullying her younger sister, defying her elder brother—truly becoming more insolent by the day.”

“Melody, regardless, you must hand over the USB drive with Suzie’s plans today, or you won’t be allowed to leave.”

“Are you here just to pack up and leave?”

“Nothing in Shield Residence belongs to you; you can’t take anything with you!”

Timothy’s gaze was cold and piercing; his lips were pressed tightly together, his demeanor fierce and unyielding, and his words were cutting like a blade aimed squarely at Melody.

He didn’t feel compelled to be hostile towards Melody, but in his view, she simply needed to acknowledge her mistake and take responsibility.

If you’re wrong, you’re wrong; you must own up to it!

Melody couldn’t be bothered to engage in argument, coolly remarking, “Out of the way, a good dog doesn’t block the road!”

With that, she ascended the stairs.

“Mel, why not just apologize to Timothy? We’re all family; we should strive for harmony…”

Suzanna attempted to intervene, reaching out to grasp Melody’s arm as she moved to depart.

However, Melody’s pace was brisk, and her long skirt snagged, causing her to stumble forward. Just before falling, she was caught by Timothy’s steady hand.

Suzanna let out a whimper, “Ah! That hurts…”

“Mel, I’m sorry. Timothy and Carson didn’t mean to come down so hard on you. If you’re looking to blame someone, blame me alone…”

Carson swiftly moved forward, squatting down to attend to Suzanna’s twisted ankle, visibly distressed. “Suzie, I’ll call the family doctor right away!”

He shot a glare at Melody, the instigator; his tone tinged with frustration. “Melody, when will you stop?”

“Apologize to Suzie!”

Despite the pain, tears welled in Suzanna’s eyes as she weakly interjected, “Carson, don’t blame Mel; it’s my own carelessness that caused the twist.”

“Mel is just still upset and wasn’t paying attention.”

Her voice grew increasingly strained, but she gritted her teeth and endured.

Carson’s frustration boiled over, and he seized Melody’s wrist firmly. “I told you to apologize!”

Melody coolly shook off his grip, causing Carson to stagger back, his gaze incredulous.

“If I don’t apologize, then what?”

“Is it my fault that Suzanna twisted her foot?”

Melody arched an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she sauntered towards Suzanna, whom Carson supported.

“This suffering is what you’ve brought upon yourself.”

In front of everyone, she raised her foot and delivered a forceful stomp on Suzanna’s ankle.

‘Click.’

The sound was unmistakable.

“This kick, that’s on me!”

Melody’s smirk remained, her demeanor unflinching.

The chill on her face dissipated instantly, revealing the arrogance and disdain lurking beneath.

This action only fueled Timothy and Carson’s anger.

Timothy, being closest to Melody, raised his hand to strike her, his eyes ablaze with fury.

But just as his palm was about to connect with Melody’s face, it was abruptly halted by a large hand.

Timothy’s hand froze mere inches from Melody’s face before he was forcefully shoved backward, causing Suzanna, who had been supporting him, to tumble to the ground.

“Madam, are you alright?”

Bernard stood beside Melody like a sturdy oak tree.

Towering at 1.9 meters tall, he had once been a boxer before becoming a bodyguard, imbued with formidable strength.

Casting a stern glance at the trio, he spoke curtly, “Madam is now part of the Moore family; it’s not Shield’s place to reprimand her.”

His words were sharp, sending Suzanna cowering into Timothy’s embrace.

Timothy shielded Suzanna, rising to his feet with a pallid and grim expression.

Carson’s rage simmered, though his gaze remained fixed on Melody with bloodshot eyes.

“It’s fine. Come with me upstairs to retrieve the portable electrotherapy device.”

Melody’s voice was cold, devoid of any inclination to spare them a second glance.

Though slender, her posture was unwaveringly erect. Despite her current disheveled appearance, there was an enigmatic aura about her that begged exploration.

Like a fragile yet aloof lotus emerging from the murky waters, serene and poised, standing gracefully on its own.

Timothy watched Melody ascend the stairs, a sense of unfamiliarity creeping over him.

Carson suppressed his anger, bending down to tend to Suzanna’s ankle.

Meanwhile, Suzanna observed Melody’s departure, her light brown pupils deepening ever so slightly…

Ascending the stairs, Melody entered her room to discover it ransacked.

The electrodes within her portable electrotherapy device were twisted and carelessly strewn across the bed, posing a risk of injury if she were to lie down.

Meanwhile, a group of servants lurked outside, led by Mrs. Swenson, who tended to Suzanna, wearing a smug grin.

“Melody, you are already married, aren’t you? And to a disfigured, disabled man at that.”

“Couldn’t wait to bring a stranger into our home and cause a stir on the second day, could you?”

Mrs. Swenson sneered as she waited in the attic of the Shield Residence, having observed the arrival of the Moore family’s car.

Spotting a healthy man accompanying Melody, she couldn’t resist making snide remarks.

Mrs. Swenson’s pride was stoked by Melody’s continuous attempts to please the Shield family and her respectful conduct towards her.

She became fearless of Melody.

With calm yet determined eyes, Melody advanced, seizing Mrs. Swenson by the neck and forcefully tossing her onto the bed amidst the tangled electrodes.

“Ahh! Ahh!”

The shrieks resembled those of a distressed pig, resonating throughout the Shield Residence.

A subtle yet eerie smile graced Melody’s lips as her almond-shaped eyes narrowed with a sweet curve, a hint of mischief lurking in her dimples. “Repeat it.”

“What’s wrong with Edward?”

Standing by the bed, Melody’s clear gaze turned dark and intense, her smile taking on a sweeter tone.

But to Mrs. Swenson, it sent uncontrollable shivers down her spine.

In just one night, Melody had undergone a transformation!

Chapter 6 The Fallout

The commotion upstairs grew too loud, prompting Timothy and Carson to exchange a knowing glance, both expressing a shared annoyance.

Melody was causing trouble once again!

Hastening to Suzanna’s aid, they ascended the stairs, only to witness Melody intimidating someone.

There, they found Mrs. Swenson, her back adorned with twisted electrodes, blood staining her clothing as she cried out, “Ms. Melody, if you hold a grudge, direct it at me. I’m merely an old bone; if you break me, so be it…”

“Suzie is still young. Please, spare her from your wrath…”

Mrs. Swenson’s wrinkled face was etched with grievances, resembling that of a loyal servant fiercely defending her master.

Melody stood aside, her gaze coldly fixed on the kneeling Mrs. Swenson, displaying an indifferent demeanor as if the scene had no connection to her.

However, her grip tightened around the electrode she held in her hand.

Timothy’s expression darkened, a deep furrow forming on his brow as he observed the situation with growing concern.

As the eldest brother, he was increasingly dismayed by Melody’s rebellious actions.

“Melody, haven’t you caused enough trouble?” he admonished, his words carrying a warning tone.

“When you can’t target Suzie, you harm Mrs. Swenson, who raised her. Do you have to force me to kick you out of the Shield family before you’re satisfied?”

His words were a stern reminder, cautioning Melody against crossing a line.

To be part of the Shield family entails embodying traits of kindness and respect akin to Suzie.

To maintain one’s place within the Shield family, it’s imperative not to exhibit the rude and arrogant conduct often associated with a village girl who has spent over a decade wandering outside.

Instinctively protective of Suzanna, Carson stood between her and Melody, his gaze filled with hostility.

“Have you lost your mind, Melody?” he demanded.

“Timothy, did Melody marry into the Moore family and lose her senses? I’ve heard that the first six brides who wedded Edward all went mad and fled.”

“Could she have fallen victim to deception?”

Carson’s brow furrowed, his gaze toward Melody taking on a complex hue.

A trace of concern flickered in his eyes but vanished as Suzanna caught his sleeve.

“Carson, could Mel have endured hardships in the Moore family and returned to us in a troubled state?”

Suzanna, pale-faced, sought refuge under Carson’s protective stance, her expression fraught with distress as she bit her lip.

Meanwhile, Melody absentmindedly stowed away the only intact electrode, seemingly unaffected by Suzanna’s reference to “our family.”

The Shield family, she realized, was not truly hers; she harbored no hope for any semblance of familial connection.

Meeting Timothy’s intense gaze with her own unwavering one, Melody spoke with resolve, “Fine, you can kick me out of the Shield family, but I demand to sever all ties!”

“From now on, I, Melody, have no blood relation with anyone in the Shield family. Farewell.”

As Mr. and Mrs. Shield and the other three brothers neared the door, Melody’s resolute declaration reached their ears, casting a dark shadow over their faces.

Struck by disbelief at Melody’s unwavering stance, Gary reached out as if to grab her wrist, but she coldly evaded his touch.

“Mel, what nonsense are you talking about? It was just one night of being a stand-in for Suzie. Is it necessary to be so angry?” he implored, his tone tinged with concern.

“I heard that Edward is disabled. The six previous brides all ran away, so it won’t make a difference if you do the same. Just treat it as a dream and continue living in our house, okay?”

Gary paid no heed to her avoidance and proceeded to draw nearer.

His deep brown eyes exuded clarity, his fair complexion radiated a refreshing charm, and his smile unveiled dimples, lending him a handsome and pleasant appearance.

A sophomore at Greenfield University, Gary had struggled academically, repeating two years due to his laziness and mischief. He shared the same class as Melody, often leading her to shoulder the blame for his antics at home and school.

Observing Melody’s chilly and resistant demeanor, Derrick’s impatience grew evident as he furrowed his brows.

Meanwhile, Cameron, confined to his wheelchair, surveyed the cluttered room with a frosty gaze, expressing disappointment, “Melody, you’re acting so immature!”

“After all these years, you’ve had everything Suzie had. Why are you still dissatisfied?”

Two years prior, Cameron had been in a car accident that left him with crippling injuries to his legs.

A doctor himself, Cameron had sought opinions from numerous orthopedic specialists, all of whom delivered the same grim prognosis: his legs were irreparably damaged. Consequently, he withdrew further into seclusion, scarcely venturing outside.

Cameron found a glimmer of hope as he began to sense faint sensations in his legs recently.

Although subtle, it gave him hope.

Only Suzanna had diligently massaged his legs during this time, providing him with unwavering support.

Their mother nodded in agreement, casting a blameful look towards Melody, “Melody, I heard you took the financial plan Suzie crafted for Timothy’s company, and now you’re criticizing Mrs. Swenson. How could I have raised such a wayward child?”

Their father’s expression soured further as he observed Melody’s reddened and swollen face, his frustration mounting.

Indeed, she had always been a troublemaker. Since her return home, peace had been elusive in the Shield family!

Despite this, she remained their flesh and blood. With a stern tone, Mr. Shield addressed Melody, “Melody, if you return the USB drive to Suzie and apologize to both her and Mrs. Swenson, I won’t pursue your recent actions.”

“Otherwise, you can leave wherever you please!”

In his mind, Mr. Shield believed he was offering Melody an opportunity to reconcile, ensuring she could still maintain her position as a daughter of the Shield family.

However, should she refuse to acknowledge her missteps, it would confirm that she remained as unfortunate as when she got lost as a child, unable to embrace any blessings bestowed upon her.

Melody’s lips curled into a sneer. In her previous life, she might have been devastated by these words and continued apologizing to soothe them.

But now, she felt indifferent.

Standing tall, her almond-shaped eyes retained their clarity but now held a chilling gaze as she addressed everyone present, “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“And I refuse to apologize!”

“Since the whole family is here, let’s set things straight. Over the past four years at the Shield family, all my expenses were covered by Poppy’s credit card. I’ll personally reimburse Poppy for that money; it’s not your concern.”

“As for the arrangements made for me by the Shield family, I want no part of them. I’m done with all of you; we won’t cross paths again!”

With a cold glance at the disheveled Mrs. Swenson, Melody tossed a voice recorder on the ground and strode away.

Her defiance shook Mr. Shield’s authority, igniting his fury, “Such disobedience!”

“If you want to leave, then leave. Depart from the Shield family, and don’t return expecting us to welcome you back!”

In Mr. Shield’s view, Melody had no resources or connections outside, and the Moore family would never accept her.

If she faced hardships, she would come crawling back on her own!

Unmoved by his anger, Melody clenched another voice recorder and a USB drive, determination flashing in her eyes as she hastened her departure.

“Melody, stop being unreasonable. Apologizing to Suzie is not a matter of life and death. Why are you so stubborn?”

Gary’s puzzled frown was met with Bernard’s imposing figure blocking his way at the door.

Helplessly, Gary watched as Melody’s rigid back disappeared into the distance.

Meanwhile, inside the house, the voice recorder played back Mrs. Swenson’s vulgar words, causing the family’s expressions to shift from confusion to embarrassment.

They had misjudged Melody!

Yet, Melody’s demand to sever ties with the family seemed unreasonable. Was she expecting them to apologize and beg her to return over such a trivial matter?

They couldn’t indulge her!

Mrs. Swenson hastily rose to her feet, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Please, forgive me, Sirs and Madams. I only spoke out of concern for the family’s reputation when I saw Melody associating with questionable men shortly after her marriage.”

“I never imagined she would treat this old lady so harshly. My frail bones can barely withstand it…”

Tears streamed down her face, emphasizing her apparent suffering.

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Timothy’s complexion paled, his fingers twitching with uncertainty.

Had he misjudged Melody’s actions?

Yet, his pride held him back from admitting fault.

It’s fine; Melody won’t be upset.

Surely Melody would return on her own, even without his apology!

Similar thoughts raced through the minds of the others.

They couldn’t help but blame Melody for her association with unfamiliar men, leading to Mrs. Swenson’s misunderstanding and the ensuing chaos.

Mrs. Shield cast a sympathetic glance at Mrs. Swenson, who had played a significant role in Suzanna’s upbringing, unable to reprimand her. Sighing, she remarked, “Mrs. Swenson, you’re not to blame. Melody is simply too sensitive.”

She defended a man who is now disfigured and disabled?

She really debased herself.

Suzanna’s brow furrowed slightly, her eyes glistening as they landed on the USB flash drive “accidentally” left on the dressing table by Melody. A flicker of curiosity passed through her gaze.

Limping forward, she linked arms with Mrs. Shield, offering reassurance, “Mom, Mel is not a bad person. She’ll come back once she’s calmed down.”

“Look, she left the USB flash drive for me.”

The sight of the USB flash drive eased the tension in the room, prompting hopeful thoughts that Melody had realized her error.

It seemed she would soon return home of her own accord!

Chapter 7 Martin’s Hope

Observing the scene, Mr. Shield offered Suzanna a tender smile, “Suzie, your kindness allows Melody to think she can bully you. What would you do if it weren’t for your parents and brothers protecting you?”

With a gentle gesture, he retrieved the USB flash drive from the table and handed it to Suzanna, then affectionately tousled her hair, his gaze warm, “Keep it safe this time; don’t let Melody snatch it again.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Accepting the USB drive, Suzanna furrowed her brow slightly, her expression tinged with concern for Melody, “Dad, maybe Mel is facing some challenges…”

“Stealing is unacceptable! What challenges could justify her actions?”

“By tolerating her behavior, our family’s reputation will suffer!”

Mr. Shield’s tone turned stern, his disappointment in Melody evident.

Her defiance warranted consequences; she needed to face the repercussions beyond the confines of their home.

“Timothy, ensure that no one in the industry hires Melody!”

He aimed to discipline her and prompt her return.

Otherwise, how would others view the authority of the Shield family?

“Understood,” Timothy nodded, supporting the decision to block Melody across various sectors in Maycrest.

Given Melody’s recent rebelliousness, corrective measures were necessary to prevent further misconduct.

Cameron sat in a wheelchair, his sharp features etched with a subtle air of detachment and indifference.

Yet, beneath his outward calmness, he believed Melody deserved consequences for her actions.

Derrick, wearing a discontented expression, complied with his father’s directive.

Suddenly, Suzanna emitted a soft groan as if on the verge of collapse.

Carson rushed to her aid, his anger still evident, “If Melody wishes to depart, let her. When she realizes the challenges outside, she’ll return to us.”

“First, let’s tend to Suzie’s injuries!”

Mrs. Shield nodded, her expression a mixture of complexity and displeasure. “Why was I fated to have a daughter with such unfortunate circumstances? Even if she returns home to live a comfortable life, it seems she won’t find contentment.”

“If she’s unwilling to embrace her role as a lady of the Shield family, then she shouldn’t bother returning in this lifetime!”

Mr. Shield concurred, offering comfort as he embraced his wife’s shoulder. “Never mind her, Suzie’s well-being is paramount.”

The group accompanied Suzanna in seeking medical attention.

As they departed, Gary stood motionless at the staircase, fixated on the front door.

Suzanna delicately bit her lip and furrowed her brow. “Gary, do you plan to go find Mel?”

“Unfortunately, she’s still upset with us. Once my foot heals, I’ll seek her out and offer my apologies. I’m confident I can convince her to return.”

Observing Suzanna’s obedient and fragile demeanor, still prioritizing the family despite her injury, Gary’s heart softened in the end.

With a touch of bewilderment in his gaze, he spoke firmly, “Who needs to go find her anyway.”

“She should have the decency to return on her own. Can’t she return herself?”

Melody couldn’t stay away from home forever!

Gary furrowed his brow, reassuring himself, before pushing the matter aside.

Considering Suzanna’s condition, though it was just a sprained ankle, the family doctor conducted a thorough examination in the presence of the entire family.

After tending to her ankle and with the sun setting, Suzanna limped over to check on Mrs. Swenson.

Mrs. Swenson, lying on the bed in distress, anxiously clasped Suzanna’s hand, tears brimming in her elderly eyes. “Ms. Suzie, you’re too kind. Melody has taken half of what rightfully belongs to you. Only by driving her away can you receive the full love and attention from Mr. and Mrs. Shield!”

Suzanna appeared startled by her words, her hand trembling as she covered her lips, her moist eyes quivering.

“Mrs. Swenson, Mel is family, and that part belongs to her too… I’m fine; as long as the family is united, I’m content with anything.”

The loneliness in the frail girl’s eyes was palpable.

Mrs. Swenson’s demeanor turned icy as she admonished, “Ms. Suzie, the more you tolerate, the more Melody will exploit you!”

Fortunately, Melody had been temporarily ousted.

Mrs. Swenson’s bandaged form resembled that of a mummy, her aged bones nearly fractured.

Suzanna scowled, reprimanding, though feigning anger, “Mrs. Swenson, such remarks are unacceptable!”

Disappointment shadowed Mrs. Swenson’s expression, a glint of cunning flickering in her clouded eyes.

With the house masters feeble and ineffectual, someone had to do the unsavory tasks!

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After departing from the Shield family, Melody instructed Bernard to transport the luggage to Moore Residence while she ventured alone to a private sanatorium.

The autumn air was chilling, casting a desolate ambiance all around.

Melody adjusted her collar, cautiously navigating the labyrinthine corridor until she reached a particular ward.

The room lay vacant, save for medical apparatus and a man lying in a deep coma on the bed.

His pallid complexion contrasted starkly with his dark locks, his countenance appearing distant and unapproachable.

With lips devoid of color and breath growing faint, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon his slender neck.

Clad in an oversized hospital gown, he seemed exceedingly fragile, as if a mere breeze could whisk him away.

Melody lingered at the threshold, peering through the transparent window but hesitating to venture further.

“Miss, are you here to see Martin?”

“He’s been in a vegetative state for four years, and it’s been ages since a stranger has come to visit him. You must be Melody, am I correct?”

A doctor stood behind her, exuding refinement and gentility.

Melody turned, her almond eyes betraying surprise and bewilderment.

“Surprised that I know your name?”

“Four years ago, when Martin was first admitted here, he still had moments of lucidity. He mentioned having a sister who used to visit him.”

“He waited for ten days, but his strength waned, and he slipped into a deep slumber…”

The doctor’s words carried a weight that twisted Melody’s heart into a knot.

They also evoked memories of Martin, her elder brother, from her foster family.

In her previous life, she had gone missing at the tender age of three and was discovered by eight-year-old Martin, who brought her home.

Despite their modest means, the Tucker family had always fostered a deep bond.

At five, when a mischievous child pulled her braided hair, Martin shaved the culprit’s head and made him run ten laps around the kindergarten, enduring his own punishment of kneeling for three nights.

By ten, Melody’s love for the piano blossomed. At fifteen, Martin worked tirelessly in various internet cafes to fund her musical passion, gifting her the most exquisite piano he could afford on her thirteenth birthday.

He declared, “Mel is the sole princess in our family, deserving nothing but the finest.”

At fifteen, Melody aspired to study finance at Greenfield University, with Martin promising to establish a financial firm for her upon her maturity.

However, at sixteen, she departed from the Tucker family, severing ties before Martin could fulfill his promise of bestowing upon her the cherished gift he had longed to present on her subsequent birthdays.

In the Shield family, she was relegated to the role of a servant, but within the Tucker household, she was cherished like a princess.

Upon her return to the Shield family, Melody found herself ensnared in the duties imposed by Old Mrs. Shield, who justified her servitude by citing Melody’s past recognition of others as her parents.

This restriction tethered her to the Shield family, limiting her interactions with the Tucker family.

Despite six months passing, she only met with the Tuckers clandestinely once.

Meanwhile, Martin’s promising career in finance was abruptly halted by a devastating accident that left him paralyzed, potentially in a vegetative state.

Desperate, the Tucker family sought Melody’s aid.

Mrs. Swenson mistakenly believed that the Tucker family had come to borrow money from the Shield family. Without hesitation, she drove them away, falsely asserting that they had to wait for Melody’s approval before being seen. This cruel deception left them stranded in the rain overnight, subjected to the elements and the anguish of uncertainty.

Suzanna swiftly intercepted Melody’s attempt to scale the wall for escape.

The girl’s brows knit slightly as she gently chided, “Mel, think about it. If Mom and Dad discover you’re still in touch with those rough country folks, and if they believe you’re trying to take our family’s property to aid them, won’t they question your motives? It might make them doubt your upbringing.”

“Mel, don’t be silly…”

Melody’s brows furrowed in rebellion, rare defiance flickering in her eyes as she pushed Suzanna towards the foul ditch by the wall. “Suzanna, have some respect. They’re not just some rough country folks! They’re the relatives who raised me!”

She fixed a cold stare on Suzanna, her usually weak and gentle demeanor now marred by the ordeal of being pushed into the foul ditch.

With a sudden movement, she turned her head and forcefully thumped her forehead against the stone ditch, a light chuckle escaping her lips. “Mel, you can’t escape this.”

With urgency gnawing at her, Melody wasted no time.

She pivoted to resume her climb over the wall, only to find herself apprehended by the bodyguard Suzanna had stationed there.

That night, she faced the harsh punishment of thirty strokes by the family rules.

After enduring four days and nights of kneeling in the ancestral hall as punishment by Mrs. Shield, Christina, Melody clung to her last ounce of strength.

Despite her weakened state, she mustered the resolve to retrieve all the savings Mr. and Mrs. Tucker entrusted to her upon her return to the Shield family, pleading with Mrs. Ingrid to send the money out.

Upon reencountering the Tucker family, Melody was met with a hostile and disdainful reception. Each family member regarded her with suspicion and disdain, treating her like an ungrateful outsider.

Faced with such animosity and hostility, Melody decided to cut off all contact with the Tucker family.

The burden of guilt towards the Tucker family weighed heavily on Melody’s conscience, preventing her from mustering the courage to face them for years.

However, while packing her belongings with Mrs. Ingrid, Melody realized something significant. Mrs. Ingrid was unaware of her personal preferences, such as her favorite toys and street snacks—details that only the Tucker family remembered.

In her previous life, during her five-year stint in prison, it dawned on Melody that it was always the Tucker family who silently stood by her, offering their unwavering support and care.

Melody snapped back to reality, her complexion paled once more. “Doctor, is there still hope for my brother to awaken?”

A pang of realization struck her as she remembered Martin’s consciousness upon his admission to the hospital.

When the Tucker family sought her out at the Shield residence, their intent was solely for her to bid farewell to her comatose brother.

It was not for any financial assistance!

Yet, Melody failed to show up, choosing instead to return the money the Tuckers had provided out of concern for her well-being, a gesture that seemed to mark the end of their connection.

With a heavy heart, the doctor shook his head and guided Melody into the room, both of them standing somberly beside Martin’s bed. “It’s been four years,” he sighed, “and unfortunately, he may never regain consciousness.”

Melody’s spirits sank as she absorbed the grim news.

“This is what he left for you, finally returning to its rightful owner,” the doctor remarked solemnly as he opened a hidden cabinet.

With a sense of reverence, he retrieved a set of keys and a letter, passing them to Melody before quietly exiting the room.

As Melody unfolded the letter, she discovered nothing but contact information, an address, and a pre-written birthday card.

“Wishing my little princess Mel a happy 18th birthday! The adult ceremony gift is YM Capital. -Martin.”

An electric jolt seemed to course through Melody’s body, leaving her rigid with shock.

It became evident that in the corner she had long neglected, someone had consistently valued her as a treasure and worked diligently to nurture dreams for her.

Consequently, she couldn’t afford to let Martin’s efforts go to waste.

The company couldn’t remain stagnant, and she couldn’t allow Martin to lie there indefinitely.

Melody fixed her gaze on the frail figure on the sickbed, her eyes resolute: “Brother, Mel has grown up. This time, it’s my turn to protect you.”

In this lifetime, she must become even stronger.

Protect those she should protect.

Love those she should love!

Before leaving, Melody carefully placed her newly developed “Awakening Aroma,” previously intended for Derrick, in the drawer.

She instructed the doctor to occasionally light it up for Martin, hoping to invigorate and soothe his mind.

As she hurried away, Melody remained oblivious to the slight movement of Martin’s slender and weakened fingers on the sickbed at the moment she turned and left.

However, like a fleeting mirage, the movement vanished in an instant.

Meanwhile, at Moore Residence.

Bernard was startled by his boss as he placed Melody’s luggage in the master bedroom.

“Where is she?” Edward’s voice cut through the room, his features etched with cold intensity, his eyes dark and brooding, radiating a chilling aura.

“Who told you to put her things in the master bedroom?” His tone was sharp, conveying his displeasure.

Bernard felt a shiver run down his spine as he hastily responded, “Madam said she wants to give you therapy tonight…”

“So, sleeping together, no! Living together would be more convenient.”

Bernard broke into a cold sweat, feeling a surge of anxiety.

Help!

You tacitly agreed to let me follow Madam home; isn’t that just indirectly supporting her?

How do you manage to change your demeanor so quickly, almost like flipping a page?

Edward’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint cold smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “Throw them out!”

“Who allowed her to sleep with me?” His tone was authoritative, demanding an explanation.

But for a moment, his fingers paused on the wheelchair armrest as if still feeling the lingering touch of the girl’s hand on his leg.

Tsk, that woman is bold as a wildcat!

Chapter 8 Boldly Approaching Him.

Upon returning to the Moore Residence, Melody was dismayed to find her belongings strewn across the corridor outside the master bedroom. Approaching gracefully, she caught sight of Bernard poised to discard the latest medicinal pack she had prepared for Cameron Shield’s treatment.

Frowning, she chided him, “Bernard, that’s for Mr. Moore’s leg treatment. How dare you discard it?”

With lingering suspicions from her past life, Melody remained wary of Bernard’s intentions, recalling his skepticism towards her before. Bernard, feeling unjustly accused, respectfully explained, “Miss Shield, this is at Mr. Moore’s request…”

This time, he refrained from addressing her as “Madam.”

Mr. Moore’s intentions remained cryptic, and Bernard chose not to incur his wrath

Melody’s almond–shaped eyes lifted slightly at the corners, the teardrop mole beneath her left eye enhancing her captivating beauty. Her gaze turned cold as she retrieved the medicine pack from Bernard’s hand, her pink lips slightly parted as she inquired, “Where is Edward?” Her tone was light yet subtly intimidating.

She had administered an injection to him the previous night, but its effects were temporary.

Having administered an injection to him the previous night, Melody needed to continue the treatment uninterrupted. Swallowing a gulp, Bernard found himself compelled to be honest. “Rose Chamber,” he replied.

Recalling Edward’s preference for the Rose Chamber from her past life, Melody headed towards it, announcing her return through the glass door, her voice sweet and alluring. “Mr. Moore, I’ve returned!”

Even though he was seated in a wheelchair, Edward exuded a cold aura; his demon–like visage was a warning to anyone else who’d dare intrude.

Upon hearing her voice, his eyebrows twitched, and his long eyelashes tremored lightly, casting a faint shadow. His dark, cold eyes widened slightly, betraying his emotions.

What had this young girl consumed to possess such a melodious voice?

Too frivolous.

Moreover, why should he care about her return?

Excessively presumptuous.

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Unperturbed by Edward’s lack of response, Melody boldly entered the chamber, recalling that she was the only one Edward permitted to do so in her past life. Observing her daring move from afar, Bernard anticipated her downfall.

It seems like it’s time to prepare a new bride for Mr. Moore! Bernard thought to himself.

However, even as time passed, the disaster he foresaw did not transpire. Within the transparent chambers, Melody knelt before Edward’s wheelchair. Her delicate fingertips. touched his legs, her small hands atop his larger ones.

Befuddled, Bernard approached carefully for a closer inspection.

Inside the Rose Chamber, Melody faced a slightly displeased Edward. His eyebrows were knitted together, displaying his annoyance. Meeting her gaze, he demanded, “Who gave you permission to enter? Leave.”

Though Edward’s tone was cold, he continued perusing company documents. Noticing his lack of anger, Melody bravely stepped closer, holding a physiotherapy kit.

Skillfully squatting before him, she gazed up and said, “Mr. Moore, has the effect of last night’s injection worn off? Can you still feel anything when I touch you like this?”

Not leaving any room for Edward to resist, Melody gently touched his legs with her fingertips. As her hand brushed against his pants, a faint static electricity crackled.

He found himself unable to resist gazing at her petite face, adorned with almond–shaped eyes set beneath elegantly arched eyebrows. The delicate flush of pink on her dimpled cheeks complemented her fair complexion, while her captivating, rose–colored lips emanated a magnetic charm.

When he finally got a hold of himself, he noticed that Melody was getting increasingly bolder with her touch. He gripped his armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white. “Melody, release me!” he boomed, his voice traveling through the chamber.

Leaning down, he grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Is this how you treat men’s legs?”

Even though he was wheelchair–bound, the man’s commanding presence remained unmistakable, his tall stature and imposing demeanor exuding an aura of intimidation. Coupled with his ominous countenance, it rendered him seemingly unapproachable.

Nevertheless, Melody remained unfazed. Rather, she flashed a teasing smile, her almond- shaped eyes shimmering with a suggestive glimmer. With a silvery, breathy voice, she said, “Mr. Moore, treating legs is quite different from treating… other issues.”

I am currently addressing your… other issue.”

“If you wish to recover, you must heed my advice.”

The girl’s audacious and straightforward remarks captured Edward’s full attention.

He was curious to witness the extent of this bold girl’s resolve.

“Is that so?”

“Why would you be willing to devote yourself to a disfigured and disabled man like myself?”

Edward taunted lightly, a smirk playing on his lips as his rough fingertips casually brushed against the girl’s silky chin.

His touch wandered from her chin to her slender neck with careless ease….

He knew he could snap it with the slightest of pressure if he wished.

He harbored doubts that any woman would marry him without hidden motives.

His past six brides had all trembled in fear before him, as he expected.

But Melody proved to be different.

Melody’s lips curved into a mischievous smile in response to his words. “Mr. Moore, you seem to have overlooked something. You havent experienced an erection, nor have you provided me with the opportunity to assist you in that regard.”

“Furthermore, this is simply a standard medical procedure. From a doctor’s perspective, gender holds no significance.”

“In addressing impotence, it’s essential to assess your capacity for arousal. Let’s not overlook. the fundamentals.”

She refrained from admitting her deliberate attempt at teasing him.

The purported assessment served as a mere pretext.

With each word she spoke, Melody conveyed a clear, unspoken message: Edward, do not flatter yourself. I have no interest in your physicality.

Edward found himself taken aback by Melody’s audacity; his brows furrowed deeper, and his expression soured..

How dare she!

Outside the door, Bernard remained wide–eyed, stunned by Melody’s bold remarks.

Mr. Moore had always detested physical contact, and since the plane crash that left him disabled, his aversion to the opposite sex had only intensified.

Has he ever allowed a woman to approach him so intimately and freely?

Henceforth, refraining from addressing her as “Madam” would be impolite!

Melody composed herself and precisely located Edward’s sore points. Massaging his legs, she stated solemnly, “Mr. Moore, treating impotence requires prolonged therapy.”

“We will need to share the same room.”

Melody affixed the adhesive electrode pads to his body and then activated her portable electrotherapy device. Edward discerned notable differences in his body compared to the prior evening.

His breaths became uneven, a film of cold sweat emerging on his brow, and his lengthy fingers tensed around the wheelchair armrest.

His gaze, icy and penetrating, focused on Melody. Then, his thin lips parted slightly, “Does a simple therapy session extend throughout the entire night?”

Essentially, Melody was authorized to depart immediately upon completing the day’s therapy.

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“Since your leg muscles haven’t deteriorated, I must also administer massages essential oils throughout the night.”

‘I’ll concurrently address impotence and tend to your legs.”

“Mr. Moore, I pray for your prompt recovery.”

In her previous existence, she had dedicated countless sleepless nights to tending to…r second brother’s legs, only for him to forsake her kindness for Suzanna’s sake. Now, he warranted none of her compassion.

Melody crouched down, meeting Edward’s unwavering gaze. Her resolute eyes seemed to convey a silent promise: “Edward, in this life, you deserve nothing but the best.”

“I will spare no effort to restore your well–being

There was a glint of starlight in her eyes.

In that very instant, Edward felt a skip in his slow, rhythmic heartbeat…

“Well, you may relocate to the master bedroom, Edward offered, his deep, magnetic voice resonating like music in Melody’s ears.

Sharing a residence was merely the initial stride.

Smiling with contentment, Melody stowed away the portable electrotherapy device and retrieved a blend of calming essential oils she had meticulously crafted over a year for her neurasthenic fourth brother, Derrick Shield.

Recalling Edward’s chronic insomnia from her past life, she recognized the toll of prolonged wakefulness on the nervous system. It fostered irritability and emotional instability, contributing significantly to his unpredictable mood swings.

Thus, she poured a small measure of the oil into her palm, gently warming it between her fingers. Turning to Edward with anticipation, she spoke cautiously, “Mr. Moore, this blend of essential oils is my personal creation. It possesses calming and relaxing properties, conducive to soothing the mind and body, thereby facilitating restful sleep.”

“May I offer you a massage?”

Melody extended her slender, fair fingertips, the subtle scent of the oil lingering in the air. Edward caught a glimpse of her serene smile and nodded absentmindedly.

Bernard observed the scene with astonishment. Could Madam truly believe that a mere vial of essential oil would alleviate Mr. Moore’s severe insomnia?

It appeared to be an insurmountable challenge.

However, as he continued to observe, he witnessed Melody standing behind Edward. Her fingertips were infused with the soothing aroma, delicately massaging his temples.

In response, Edward’s furrowed brow relaxed, his eyes closed, and his body eased into the wheelchair, his breath deepening.

Bernard’s lips parted in silent surprise. Could it be that Mr. Moore had finally fallen asleep

He had been deemed one of the most formidable and persistent cases of insomnia worldwide.

And yet, it seemed that a small vial of essential oil had resolved it all.

Chapter 9 Determined

After Edward drifted into slumber, Melody refrained from disturbing him and quietly exited the Rose Chamber.

As she made her way out, Bernard respectfully addressed her as “Madam.”

The dignified manner in which he referred to her filled Melody with a sense of honor.

Acknowledging his presence with a nod, she ascended the stairs to organize the scattered items in the corridor, relocating them to the master bedroom.

Bernard willingly lent a hand in the endeavor.

Once everything was arranged, Melody settled in front of the dressing table, beginning her skincare routine with a beauty cream she had meticulously crafted. The cream, which contained medicinal herbs, rose dew, and spring water, was meticulously applied. Particular attention was given to the eye cream, which was formulated to alleviate puffiness and dark circles.

In her past endeavors, Melody had delved into the realms of beauty and skincare while immersing herself in medical studies for the benefit of her second brother, Cameron. She had devoted significant efforts to concocting beauty concoctions to cater to the preferences of Madam Shield and Suzanna, both ardent admirers of skincare.

Gathering rose dew necessitated an early start, with Melody rousing herself at four–thirty each morning to collect the dew from the thorn–laden rose garden.

Similarly, the spring water had to be sourced from a natural mountain stream. Melody would venture alone into the deep mountains for days to find the purest and most suitable spring water as an ingredient.

Melody nostalgically reminisced about the brief period of tranquility she encountered upon. her return to the Shield household two years later.

During the application of beauty cream to Madam Shield’s visage at that time, a grateful Madam Shield clasped her hand, expressing her gratitude, ‘Mel, you’re truly thoughtful.”

However, their tender moment was abruptly disrupted by Suzanna’s sudden appearance at the door. The fragile girl appeared visibly distressed as she watched them.

Melody didn’t need to glance at Madam Shield to discern her unease. Hastening to Suzanna’s side, Madam Shield accidentally spilled the beauty cream, her concern evident as she inquired, “Suzie, are you alright? I’ll summon the doctor for you immediately!”

In an instant, Melody felt as though she had become invisible to Madam Shield’s eyes.

Madam Shield escorted Suzanna to see a doctor sparing a fleeting glance at Melody before. departing. Her eyes betrayed a myriad of emotions in that brief moment.

Although Madam Shield appeared poised to speak, she ultimately remained silent.

Thereafter, they all used the beauty creams Melody had prepared, with Melody promptly replenishing them whenever they ran out to preserve their beauty.

Despite her endeavors in gathering flower dew and spring water, Melody’s wounds never fully healed, leaving her in a pitiable state.

Frowning, Melody vowed never to undertake such futile tasks again in the future.

That evening, Melody opted not to disturb Edward’s slumber, knowing she still needed to gather all the medicinal herbs required for his leg treatment.

She settled onto the sofa in the master bedroom.

Although Edward paid her no mind, his movements as he retired to bed seemed notably tenser than usual.

The next morning, Melody rose early and departed from the residence.

Bernard perceived a distinct chill permeating the entirety of the Moore Residence following Melody’s exit.

To sever her familial ties entirely, Melody required sufficient funds to repay her grandfather.

For consecutive days, she encountered rejection from various job opportunities within the capital.

A sympathetic human resources representative revealed that she had been blacklisted by the Shield family.

Timothy’s financial firm wielded considerable influence in the capital, and its policies were stringent. Once a decision was made, its ramifications were far–reaching.

Melody recognized their attempt to coerce her into returning and seeking forgiveness.

Subsequently, they would likely disparage her for her perceived arrogance.

However, Melody remained steadfast in her refusal to compromise.

Without hesitation, she punched in the phone number she had acquired from Martin.

Unable to secure employment, she was resolved to embark on entrepreneurship.

In her previous life, she had generously handed over her meticulously crafted financial plan to Timothy, propelling him to success at the annual Golden Financial Summit in the capital, resulting in a staggering net profit of one billion.

Given the plan’s robustness, she pondered the significance of entrusting it to another company.

This time, she was resolute in securing the lucrative deal herself!

Melody was taken aback to discover that Martin’s contact belonged to Andrew Woodman, a finance professor at Greenfield University.

Andrew had been Martin’s former roommate, and together they had established YM Capital Limited.

Following Martin’s incapacitation, the company’s funding stream dwindled, prompting Andrew to return to his alma mater to teach while utilizing the company’s name to undertake minor projects with a handful of graduate students to sustain operations.

However, in comparison to Timothy’s behemoth, Goldman Pax Corporation, YM Capital Limited paled in significance.

To finalize arrangements with Andrew and YM Capital Limited, Melody ventured alone to Greenfield University.

Shortly after ironing out the details of legal succession with Andrew, Melody made her way to the counselor’s office.

In her previous life, Melody had been made the scapegoat by Gary when he cheated on exams, leading to her being a target of expulsion from Greenfield University.

“I won’t yield anymore!” she resolved as she made her way to the office building.

Not far away, she heard the echoes of a familiar laughter. Gary and Suzanna, accompanied 1 a group of Gary’s friends, were seen strolling together.

The group was taken aback when they saw Melody, their widened eyes reflecting amazement.

After four or five days, the red sores and dark circles on Melody’s face had nearly vanished. Her complexion was fair and radiant. Her lips were soft and full, her figure slender and delicate. Her almond eyes shone like stars against her black pupils.

Even in a simple white outfit, her beauty was impossible to ignore.

A tinge of envy flickered in Suzanna’s heart, though she was the first to approach Melody, -pretending to be concerned. “Mel, why haven’t you been home? Mom and Dad have arranged for you to withdraw from school. Are you here to pack your things?”

Though seemingly caring, Suzanna’s words carried a dual message: Melody had been absent. from home and was facing expulsion.

For a girl, either scenario was scandalous.

Melody sneered in response, “We’ve severed ties Why should

“We’ve severed ties Why should strangers decide my fate and force me to drop out?”

“And besides, I’m already married. Is it so strange to live with my husband?”

Her voice was firm and devoid of emotion as she held Suzanna’s gaze.

Startled, Suzanna retreated, grasping Gary’s sleeve with a look of distress.

Gary, accustomed to carefree living, now found himself under scrutiny, obliged to protect his younger sister.

Expressing his displeasure toward Melody out of habit, he said, “It’s been five days, Melody. Why are you still upset?”

“Suzie is just worried about you. Do you have to be so ungrateful in front of everyone?”

“Timothy is right. You always create problems out of nothing, competing with Suzie for attention!”

“You’re sisters. As the older one, can’t you be kinder to Suzie?”

Gary frowned as he met Melody’s icy gaze. His eyes were clear, his figure tall and lean.

Melody raised an eyebrow, unwilling to engage in further argument. A sudden pang of guilt gripped him.

Her demeanor remained calm as she addressed Gary directly your cheating.”

“I was never the one who should have been expelled!”

“I won’t take the blame for

In her previous life, she had borne too many punishments for him. In this life, she wouldn’t do so again.

Gary choked, suddenly recalling that one of his friends had been caught cheating. Initially, he had taken the blame out of loyalty but then shifted it to Melody, who had always been compliant with him at school.

He hadn’t realized the consequences would be so severe.

Melody’s determined stance to clear her name left Gary stunned. Though he bit his lip and lowered his head, he couldn’t bring himself to apologize.

Tension hung thick in the air.

Meanwhile, Suzanna reached out to grasp Gary’s hand, her voice weak yet imbued with a sense of strength. “Mel, even though Gary struggles academically, he would never cheat.”

“If I’ve upset you, you can hit me or scold me, but please don’t blame Gary…”

Believing Suzanna’s defense, the onlookers turned their doubtful and disdainful gazes toward Melody.

Yet, as Gary gazed at the delicate Suzanna, his eyes clouded with a mix of emotions…

Chapter 10 Don’t Hate Me

Gary’s companions were well aware of Suzanna’s status as his publicly recognized younger sister. In their eyes, Melody seemed more akin to a servant lingering in Gary’s shadow.

They had grown accustomed to Gary’s misbehavior and frequent truancy from classes. He often participated in underground boxing matches and played pranks on the dormitory supervisor, consistently shifting the blame onto Melody for his actions and mistakes.

Essentially, Melody was expected to shoulder the blame.

They echoed, “Exactly, Melody, stop accusing others with a guilty conscience. If you cheat, just accept it.

Do you want to drag others down with you and get expelled together?”

*Suzie, don’t worry. You defend your brother so well. You’re truly an adorable sister…

“Melody, just because you’re bitter over your brother’s affections for Suzie doesn’t mean you can shift the blame to Cary instead. How audacious can you be?”

They routinely praised Gary, unaware of the shadows that began clouding his eyes.

Suzanna frowned, casting a disapproving glance at Gary’s friends as she lightly reprimanded them, “Don’t speak ill of my sister. Perhaps she just wants to avoid expulsion…”

“Mel, it’s alright. Even if you’re expelled, you’re studying finance. You can still work at Tim’s company,” Suzanna offered sympathetically, her eyes appearing sincere yet harboring a hidden sting. She knew well that Timothy would never hire a “thief into his company!

Melody understood Suzanna’s intent–to rub salt into her wounds.

Melody’s gaze turned icy and indifferent as she scoffed, “What a ridiculous notion. I haven’t cheated, so why should I face expulsion?”

“Suzanna, if you’re inclined to put on a third–rate performance, go home and entertain your oblivious. parents and brothers. Greenfield isn’t your personal stage. If you have an issue with me, confront me directly!”

“I’ve made myself clear. I’ve severed all ties with the Shield family. No one can speak on my behalf, let alone dictate my decisions.”

“The Shield family name means nothing to me, and I have no interest in Timothy’s company.”

Despite her slender frame, her unwavering resolve radiated from every fiber of her being, akin to a fearless lioness prepared to defend her territory against any intruders.

-An electric tension filled the air, causing Gary to nervously swallow and fidget with pursed lips.

When had Melody become so confrontational?

After a moment’s hesitation, Gary gathered his courage and attempted to reach out for Melody’s hand, but she deftly sidestepped his advance.

With a disapproving click of his tongue, Gary reproached, “Must you be so combative, Melody?”

“What do you gain from cutting ties with the Shield family?”

Melody smirked arrogantly, locking eyes with Gary as she enunciated each word deliberately, “There are numerous benefits.” She emphasized the word “numerous.”

“No more skipping classes, cheating, or forcing me to shoulder the blame. No more punishment of cleaning lecture halls at dawn, running laps around the football field, or standing outside the dean’s office for a reprimand. No more humiliating apologies on the podium, with the entire university laughing at me…..

“Gary, I’ve had my fill of it!”

“And you, you make me sick,” she spat.

Melody’s cutting remarks left Gary feeling small.

Over the past few years, his selfish actions had inflicted damage upon his own sister, Melody.

But she could have refused, couldn’t she?

Suzanna cast a worried glance at Gary, noting the dazed expression and flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. She nervously bit her lip and gently nudged Gary’s shoulder, her hand pressed against her chest in a gesture of distress, murmuring softly, “Gary…”

Her demeanor suggested she might collapse at any moment.

Gary, preoccupied with concern, swiftly moved to support her, his voice laced with worry. “Suzie, are you alright? Is it your heart again?”

“We can’t afford any issues; Dad and Nanny will be furious with me!”

The handsome, slender young man furrowed his brow, gripping Suzanna’s shoulder with more urgency.

Suzanna leaned into Gary’s embrace, tears welling in her eyes as she confessed, “Gary, it’s my fault. I misunderstood Mel…”

Her vulnerable state elicited sympathy from the bystanders.

With composed poise, Melody approached them and produced a stethoscope she had on hand. “It appears she’s experiencing another episode.”

Tll administer some supplements, and she’ll recover.”

Her tone, though calm, sounded stern and intimidating to Suzanna’s ears, freezing her in place.

Though Gary may have been unaware, he recognized that Melody had been studying medicine alongside his second brother for the past few years.

Her expertise had even garnered praise from their grandfather, a respected doctor.

Seeing Melody’s willingness to aid Suzie, Gary felt a mixture of guilt and relief.

“Okay, Mel, you can start.”

Melody deftly affixed the adhesive electrode pads onto Suzanna’s tender spots, her movements efficient and practiced.

Suzanna winced, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she instinctively recoiled from Gary’s embrace, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of pain.

Activating the portable electrotherapy device, Melody watched as Suzanna’s pallor transformed into a rosy flush, the discomfort evident in her expression.

With an air of detachment, Melody announced, “It’s done.” Swiftly gathering her equipment, she stood preparing to take her leave up.”

His features etched with a mixture of concern and remorse, Gary hastened to catch up with Melody’s brisk pace.

“Mel. I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let you take the blame for my friend, letting you suffer so much injustice. I’ll talk to the faculty about rescinding your expulsion.”

“Please don’t hate me,” he pleaded. owns all content.

Despite his often reckless demeanor, Gary’s sincerity and loyalty were unmistakable as he strove to bridge the growing chasm between them.

Desperate for the reassurance and warmth that Melody once provided, Gary longed for the comforting reminders and gestures of care that had once defined their relationship

“Gary, please stop skipping classes again; you’re going to fail if you keep doing it,” she would gently admonish.

“I have completed your assignments and submitted them on your behalf, she would assure him, her diligence a testament to her unwavering support.

“Gary, be careful in the boxing match. Mom and Dad will worry if you get hurt,” she would remind him, her voice laced with genuine concern.

“Your boxing gloves had loose threads; I’ve fixed them. Let me know if you need anything else,” she would offer, her commitment to his well–being unwavering.

Once, Melody had been his guiding light, offering solace and encouragement in a world fraught with uncertainty and disappointment. After all, even his own family members did not support him; Melody- was the only one who never held judgment and actively reassured him.

Though her admonishments had once grated on his nerves, Gary now feared the void left by her absence, yearning for the warmth and reassurance that had once defined their bond.

Yet, as Melody steadfastly maintained her course, her unwavering resolve apparent in her cool demeanor, Gary was left grappling with a sense of desolation.

With an icy tone, she said as she continued walking. “Admit your mistakes to everyone. Otherwise, not only will I dislike you, but I’ll also lose respect for you.”

After Melody left, Suzanna cautiously approached and asked, “Gary, why did Mel leave?”

“Her therapy skills are improving. Despite the pain, my chest feels much better,” she added.

Suzanna’s gentle tone couldn’t hide the after–effects caused by Melody’s treatment, her face growing paler and more fragile.

Gary, realizing Suzanna’s condition, furrowed his brow and supported her, but his gaze remained fixed on Melody’s retreating figure.

With a heavy heart and a voice tinged with sorrow, he lamented, “Mel has expressed her disdain towards. me. It’s all my fault.”

Suzanna’s eyes dimmed as she softly reassured Gary, “Don’t worry, Gary, Mel was just speaking out of anger…

The address left by Martin led Melody to the premises of YM Capital.

Alone, shered inside, greeted by the sight of a dozen employees. Each one was a research doctoral student meticulously selected by Professor Woodman from Greenfield University, boasting exceptional talent.

However, despite the caliber of its workforce, the company’s technological infrastructure lagged behind. The computer systems, relics of four years past, teetered on the brink of obsolescence.

For Melody, gearing up for her ambitious plan involving an extensive international financial algorithm database calculation, the outdated hardware posed a formidable obstacle.

With only a month remaining until the Golden Financial Summit in the capital, urgent measures were needed to update the equipment.

Back at the Moore Residence, Melody’s arrival was met by the sight of a chic and refined woman occupying the living room.

It was none other than Edward’s younger sister, Felicity–a figure familiar to Melody from her previous. life.

Felicity, known in social circles for her assertive yet genteel demeanor, had once been forced to curtail her vacation and seek refuge at the Moore Residence due to a severe allergic reaction afflicting her visage.

Repulsed by the unsightly red sores marred upon her face, Felicity harbored a deep–seated disdain for her own appearance. Melody remembered that during this period, Edward found her constant cries and complaints deafening, instructing Bernard to escort her out of the residence.

Recalling the past events, Melody watched as Felicity, now seated on the sofa, vented her frustrations. “What’s the use of all these doctors and beauticians if they can’t even address a simple allergy?” she lamented, her discontent palpable.

“I don’t care about the cost; I demand the finest treatment available!”

At that moment, a glimmer of hope ignited within Melody’s apricot–hued eyes. Money was on its way- flowing in from all directions.

Chapter 11 Deliberately Teasing Him

In recent days, Melody had devoted herself to a meticulous skincare routine, diligently applying ointments and eye creams. With the addition of ample rest, her beauty had reached its zenith.

With an air of confidence, she entered the living room, her steps unhurried. Softly arched eyebrows framed her face, honeyed lips caught the light with a subtle glimmer, and her complexion boasted a clarity and translucency that spoke of meticulous care.

Like a peach blossom bud on the cusp of blooming in early spring, a delicate pink blush graced her cheeks, evoking the image of a flower nurtured with tender care.

Her almond–shaped eyes held a captivating moisture, simultaneously alluring and innocent, endearing in their purity.

Felicity’s attention was immediately drawn to Melody’s leisurely stroll. She cast an admiring gaze over Melody’s figure, struck by her undeniable beauty.

Such complexion, such grace… truly irresistible to all!

But why is a stranger here!

Her brother’s volatile temper had driven everyone away, leaving only Bernard to weather his mood swings. And the revolving door of brides, each departing as quickly as they came, was another testament to Edward’s unpredictable nature.

The latest bride, whom Felicity had glimpsed in a photograph, was far from attractive, her face marred by, unsightly sores–a clear indication that she wouldn’t last long.

Was this the beauty aesthetician I hired?

After a moment of contemplation, Felicity gestured for Melody to approach. “Why linger there? Come, take a look at my face.”

Melody remained composed as she drew near.

With practiced ease, she crouched down to examine Felicity’s allergic symptoms–a once beautiful face now marred by festering wounds.

“Miss Moore, what triggers your allergies?” Melody inquired, her voice cool yet oddly reassuring

“Willow catkins, mangoes, eggs… just those,” Felicity replied, feeling the itch on her face intensified. Her hand instinctively reached to scratch the spot before Melody gently restrained her wrist.

“Your allergic reactions seem to extend beyond the usual suspects, Melody remarked, her tone carrying a note of concern. “It’s already autumn, yet cottonwood and mango allergies are quite unusual. Improper treatment could lead to scarring.”

Cottonwood typically only appears in spring, suggesting that Felicity was being deliberately targeted.

Melody vividly recalled from her past life how Felicity’s pride as a beauty was wounded by severe allergies. The once–haughty young lady caused daily trouble until Edward eventually expelled her from the Moore Residence.

Sensing Melody’s insinuation, Felicity’s eyes flashed with a dark glimmer as she commanded, “Bernard! Investigate who dares to harm mel”

“The fact that my face is breaking out while my brother is welcoming a new bride is ominous enough,” Felicity continued, her displeasure palpable. “And now my grandmother insists I accompany him, making matters worse. It’s as if she’s determined to ruin my happiness!”

With plain disdain evident, Felicity glanced at a photo of Melody on her wedding day, her expression filled with contempt.

Feeling beleaguered by misfortune, she grumbled, “Not only does she have a face full of sores, but her status as an adopted child also makes me a laughingstock in society. When I see her, I’ll put her in her place!”

In the socialite circle, the Shield family had never publicly acknowledged Melody’s identity, nor had they altered her household registration or name. She remained merely known as the foster daughter of the Shields among the wealthy elite.

Standing behind the two mistresses, Bernard wiped the sweat dripping from his chin, silently praying for Mr. Moore’s intervention. He felt as if he were caught in the crossfire of a battlefield.

Melody arched an eyebrow and offered a gentle smile. “Oh, am I truly that unattractive?”

“You’re indeed a beauty, unlike this woman…” Felicity’s words trailed off as she glanced at the photo, then back at Melody, blinking her eyes repeatedly as the realization set in.

Suddenly, Felicity reached out and touched Melody’s smooth, snow–white skin, marveling at its texture.

Wait, why is her skin so smooth, white, and tender?

“I’m Melody, Just a few days ago, I resembled that photo. I applied some of my own developed beauty creams, and my acne cleared up,” Melody explained.

“Beauty cream? How much for a bottle? I’ll buy it!” Felicity’s eyes sparkled with desperation for a solution.

“You’re my sister–in–law; how can I take your money?” Melody replied convincingly, subtly asserting her position in the Moore family.

By referring to Felicity as her sister–in–law, Melody subily declared herself Edward’s wife, aiming to gain Felicity’s favor rather than merely earning her money.

Moreover, Melody recognized that beauty and skincare were lifelong pursuits for women, and she believed that Felicity would eventually succumb to her charms.

Felicity’s “If you trust me, I’ll start by treating your allergy and swelling,” Melody continued, appealing to desires. “And as for the scars, I have a formula for scar removal and skin regeneration. It just needs some time to develop.”

Satisfied with Melody’s reassurances, Felicity nodded repeatedly as Melody went upstairs to retrieve the allergy and swelling ointment.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Felicity’s demeanor shifted. She frowned and tossed the ointment to her personal bodyguard, her tone cold and devoid of flirtation. “Go check if the formula is safe.”

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At the threshold of the study, Melody rapped lightly on the door.

She harbored no illusions that Felicity would hastily employ her healing concoction.

But that was of no concern; patience was a virtue she possessed in abundance.

Within the study, Edward’s gaze bore into the computer screen with icy intensity.

Upon the monitor, Felicity’s fingers delicately grazed Melody’s visage, tracing the smooth contours of her skin, its supple resilience captivating.

A primal instinct surged within Edward, an urge to quell Felicity’s restless touch with an iron grip.

His eyes darkened, his lashes fluttering with a mix of surprise and intrigue at the intensity of his burgeoning desires.

Upon recognizing the visitor at the door, Edward swiftly diverted his attention, his tone chillingly composed as he inquired, “Who is it?”

The study door stood slightly ajar, affording Melody the opportunity to peek through the crack, her almond–shaped eyes narrowed to crescent moons. With an affectation of innocence, she chimed, “Mr. Moore, it’s me.”

“Your personal flirtation therapist… um, physiotherapist she added, her voice a blend of sweetness and faux naiveté.

Edward’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.

Rowdy and foolish

Who had taught her such antics?

Melody, adept at gauging the atmosphere, pressed on, capitalizing on Edward’s lack of resistance.

In recent days, she had scoured for employment opportunities while using her earnings from a sideline voice–acting gig to replenish the depleted ingredients in her leg ailment treatment kit.

As for the lonic Rehab, the portable electrotherapy device she had left at the Shield residence was a gift from her grandfather upon her return. Crafted by the master artisan, Master Jose, only two sets existed, and hers had met an untimely demise.

Her electrotherapy technique remained shrouded in mystery, necessitating a steady supply of adhesive electrode pads.

Lacking replacements at the moment, Melody had to resort to an inferior version of the Ionic Rehab, prolonging the process significantly.

“If you have something to say, speak now. Otherwise, refrain from disturbing me,” Edward said, his thumb fidgeting nervously. He felt a slight uncase at her unwavering presence, as if she harbored a weighty matter to discuss.

His fingers idly manipulated the mouse, yet the computer screen remained blank.

In a swift motion, Melody advanced toward Edward, catching him off guard. Startled, he inadvertently double–clicked a video with his finger.

Edward’s hand froze on the mouse as if scorched by sudden heat, and he quickly released it.

“It appears the reason Mr. Moore wishes not to be disturbed is because he’s diligently striving for his recovery, Melody remarked, a sly grin dancing at the corners of her lips.

“So, how about it? Do you feel anything after seeing it? A flicker of mischief glinted through her eyes.

As Melody leaned in, seemingly to peer at the screen, Edward’s temple throbbed fiercely. He seized the girl by the nape of her neck, pulling her away with a firm grip.

His hand obscured her eyes, and through gritted teeth, he admonished, “Melody, have you no shame?”

For the first time, Edward felt flustered, sweat trickling down his forehead as the incessant hum of the -Computer filled the air.

Tension simmered in the study, palpable and suffocating

At Melody’s teasing words, her grin widened, “Is this your first encounter with such content, Mr. Moore?”

Perched on the edge of the wheelchair like a playful bird, Melody knelt on the ground, her laughter ringing mischievously through the room.

Started by the commotion emanating from the study. Bernard hastened inside. “Mr. Moore, what’s happening?” he inquired urgently.

But it was too late.

The room fell into silence, save for the muted sounds within, with Melody half–kneeling before the wheelchair, her gaze obscured by Edward’s hand.

Edward’s cheeks flushed crimson as he cast his gaze downward, his expression pinched with embarrassment,

In the next moment, his voice rang out in anger, “Bernard, who placed those items on my computer! Remove them at once!”

I can’t believe Mr. Moore is actually panicking

Old Madam Moore, may your wishes be fulfilled in this thriving world!

Chapter 12 Scars I Hide

Bernard swiftly intervened to clear the contents on the computer, bringing an abrupt end to the mysterious sounds resonating in the study. Nonetheless, an uneasy tension lingered in the air.

“Mr. Moore, it seems the treatment has been effective lately,” Melody observed, noting the quickening of his heartbeat.

Capitalizing on the moment, Melody extricated herself from Edward’s grasp. Though mischief danced in her almond eyes, a flicker of uncertainty passed through them as well.

Her gaze met Edward’s; his expression was inscrutable yet tinged with a hint of embarrassment. Despite facing his scarred visage head–on, Melody remained unfazed.

“Leave,” Edward growled, his posture rigid as he shifted in his wheelchair. Releasing Melody, he turned away, his jaw clenched with the force of his command.

Undeterred, Melody firmly gripped the wheelchair as Edward attempted to move it. Squatting before him. she met his gaze with determination, her tone serious.

“Since the treatment is showing results, we must act swiftly,” she urged. “Return to the bedroom. I need to administer the massage and apply the essential oils immediately.”

With her physiotherapy kit in hand, Melody rose to her feet, ready to proceed.

A look of fear flashed across Bernard’s face as he interjected, “Madam, are you certain you’re not overstepping?”

She ignored him. Having nearly depleted her savings to procure the essential oils, Melody was resolute in her determination to apply them to Edward that very night.

In the bedroom, Bernard lingered on the sidelines, working late into the evening.

Edward relied on his arm strength to settle onto the bed, automatically rolling up his pant leg.

A delicate hand halted his movement abruptly.

Melody positioned the oil bottles near the head of the bed, arching an eyebrow as she addressed Edward. “Mr. Moore, this time… you’ll need to remove your pants.”

A muffled sound escaped Bernard, struggling to contain his laughter as he hastily covered his mouth.

My, the new wife certainly isn’t lacking in boldness!

Edward’s expression darkened, irritation now directed at Bernard. With a gravelly voice, he retorted, “Do you need to see an otolaryngologist for your throat?”

Bernard swallowed nervously, his eyes darting away.

“Bernie, are you lingering here to admire Mr. Moore’s long legs or his pert rear?” Melody’s words were cutting, leaving Bernard feeling even more feeble and helpless.

“Mr. Moore, I’ll take my post outside now, Bernard stammered, eager to escape the uncomfortable situation. “Feel free to continue as you were.”

With hurried steps, Bernard exited the room, promptly donning his earphones to drown out any further conversation.

Inside the master bedroom, Edward maintained a cold and distant demeanor. He glanced sideways at Melody, a restrained smile touching his lips, while his dark eyes simmered with a dangerous intensity.

“Melody, you had better ensure your treatment works, be cautioned, his tone laced with a veiled threat.

Observing his noble yet defiant stance, Melody leaned forward impatiently, her hands poised on either side of his body.

“Mr. Moore, would you prefer to undress yourself, or shall I assist you?” Her tone was cool and indifferent, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

Edward’s eyes twitched for a second before he proceeded to unfasten his belt and remove his pants. As the fabric pooled around his ankles, his scarred legs were exposed to Melody’s scrutiny.

Furrowing her brows at the sight, her gaze traveled through his body, gazing at the scars that had adorned it. Yet there was no judgment within her eyes; it was only filled with a quiet intensity. With trembling fingers, she reached out to touch his leg.

No wonder he had kept his scars hidden from her in her previous life. Even on the night of their marriage consummation, she had hesitated to explore his body in the darkness.

Edward’s uneven breath whispered against Melody’s neck as he shielded her eyes, his voice strained and low. “Mel, don’t look,” he urged, his tone carrying a mix of concern and vulnerability.

It’s too unsightly

You’ll be frightened; you’ll be repulsed.

And I can’t bear to see that look in your eyes.

But as Edward’s icy gaze met Melody’s warm, compassionate eyes, a pang of something unfamiliar stirred within him. It was as if her empathy had pierced through his defenses, momentarily melting the facade of indifference he so carefully maintained.

In the next instant, however, his expression hardened, a mask of bitterness settling over his features. He was a mockery–his broken body, even his own family recoiled in horror at the sight of him. No one could. possibly feel sorrier for themselves than he did.

After all, what was Melody’s true motive? Was she feigning pity to gain his trust, only to betray him in the end?

He wouldn’t be fooled.

Have you seen enough? Edward’s voice cut through Melody’s thoughts, his hand moving to gently remove hers.

Melody snapped back to reality, masking her emotions behind a calm facade. She knew that anything she said now would only deepen Edward’s suspicions.

It was best to proceed with caution, to wait and watch.

“Seen enough. I’ll start touching you. Oops, I mean, I’ll start the massage,” she replied, injecting a playful tone into her words to ease the tension.

Edward sighed inwardly, his frustration mounting.

This girl is incorrigible.

As Melody’s fingers worked their magic. Edward couldn’t help but notice her skilled technique. Her touch was both gentle and firm, her hands betraying a surprising strength and dexterity.

“Have you worked as a masseuse before?” Edward inquired, his curiosity piqued by her proficiency.

“Your technique is quite impressive.”

Bernard inadvertently caught wind of the conversation from within the room just as he removed his earphones. A sheepish smile danced on his lips as he mused to himself, Mr. Moore, I may be mute for now, silence is golden

With a shrug. Bernard slipped his earphones back on, choosing to maintain his silence.

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Meanwhile, inside the room, upon receiving Edward’s compliment, Melody offered a modest smile before sharing a glimpse into her past.

“My second older brother suffers from a leg disability, she explained. “In my efforts to aid him, I delved into research to prevent muscle atrophy and honed my finger strength by practicing on a wooden puppet”

“He takes great pride in his strength, so every night, after he falls asleep, I massage his tendons, bones, and muscles,” she added, her voice carrying a hint of fatigue, hinting at the burdens she bore despite her youthful appearance.

“Practice makes perfect, I suppose.”

Edward’s scrutiny intensified as he absorbed Melody’s revelations. “Has his condition shown any improvement?” he ventured cautiously, his focus shifting to the reliability of Melody’s medical expertise.

“Not yet,” Melody admitted with candor. “I’m ceasing my efforts to continue with his treatment, but that’s a topic for another day.”

After a moment of silence passed, she said, “Edward, I’m determined to see you recover and regain the admiration of those around you. It’s what you deserve

Reflecting on her past observations of Edward’s demeanor, Melody proceeded to apply medicinal herbs with practiced efficiency. She recalled that he had never regained the ability to stand up after experiencing the plane crash horror. It was a pity, she thought. He had always been the pride of the heavens, the eldest son of the Moore family–the rightful heir.

Despite her matter–of–fact tone, her words ignited a flicker of hope within Edward’s heart

“Enough with the idle chatter. Edward interjected, his expression clouded with thought. His pallid complexion contrasted starkly with the white silk shirt draping his chiseled frame, emanating an aura of chilling resolve.

The Shield family.

“Suzie, I heard you went to Greenfield with Gary again and had a heartache?” Carson approached Suzanna, noticing her pallid complexion upon her return home,

In the Shield family, Carson and Suzanna were the sole artists in the entertainment industry, fostering a natural bond between them.

With her lips pressed together, Suzanna inadvertently revealed marks left by electrode pads on her wrist, betraying her discomfort. “Carson, don’t worry. Mel administered therapy to me earlier, I’m fine now…”

Observing the marks, Carson’s throat tightened with concern “With her mediocre physiotherapy skills, she must have intentionally caused you pain with those electric wires.”

“Gary, did you defend Suzie? Was Melody truly that malicious towards you?” Carson’s accusation weighed heavily on Gary, snapping him out of his absent–minded state.

Meeting Carson’s gaze squarely, Gary spoke earnestly. “Carson, Melody is also our sister!”

“The physiotherapy skills she possesses were personally passed down by our grandfather. How could she harm Suzie?”

Carson recoiled, surprised by Gary’s staunch defense of Melody.

He hesitated, then he put his arms on his hips, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “Gary, have you been influenced by her?”

“Don’t forget, since she returned home, Suzie has lost so much–half of her possessions and family affection. Furthermore, her health is still at risk.”

“Melody is lively and spirited. What’s the harm in accommodating Suzie?” Carson challenged.

Gary’s expression turned incredulous, his tone resolute. “Carson, isn’t that the half that Mel should naturally be given?”

“Suzie’s heart condition wasn’t caused by Mel. It’s a genetic ailment present since birth…” he explained, defending Melody against Carson’s accusations,

Gary couldn’t quite comprehend why Melody was being treated so harshly by the Shield family.

What had she done wrong to deserve such animosity?

Carson was left speechless, surprised by the unexpected clarity and eloquence displayed by the seemingly unremarkable youngest son of the Shield family.

Suddenly, Mrs. Shield emerged, her cane tapping against the floor as she approached the trio. Her gaze was cold as it swept over them before softening with affection as she looked at Suzanna.

Her voice was stern as she addressed them, “That was also the nourishment that Melody stole from my Suzie in the womb. Otherwise, why didn’t this genetic condition manifest in Melody?”

“Gary, you have caused your sister to fall ill. Now go and kneel to reflect on your mistakes!” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Chapter 13 No Longer Home

Suzanna, witnessing the scene, took the initiative to grasp Mrs. Shield’s wrist and implored, “Nanny, Gary isn’t to blame for this. Please, don’t punish him.”

Mrs. Shield’s countenance softened, her hand reaching out affectionately to stroke Suzanna’s head. “You always coddle Gary.”

Turning her gaze sharply to Gary, she remarked, “In light of your sister’s plea, you shall kneel for only an hour.”

“You still won’t thank your sister?”

In times past, Gary would have surely cracked a joke and endeavored to persuade Suzanna to continue pleading to avoid punishment. But this time, he merely glanced at Suzanna’s pale, fragile form, his brows lowered together.

He was facing punishment because of Suzanna. Why should he express gratitude for a lighter sentence?

“I will kneel alone for two hours,” Gary declared, his voice devoid of warmth, his tall figure seeming slightly defeated as he walked away.

Suzanna bit her lower lip, her brow furrowing as she observed Gary’s uncharacteristic behavior. Gritting her teeth, she hurried to seize Gary’s arm, her eyes wide and watery. “Gary, don’t kneel.”

“Nanny, it’s my weakness that caused this. If you must punish someone, then punish me alongside him.”

“Gary, I’ll kneel with you, let’s go.”

Suzanna’s sincerity was palpable, despite her frailty, she clung firmly to Gary, prepared to face the punishment together,

Gary’s expression flickered with bewilderment at her sudden change in demeanor. Memories of Suzie’s kindness over the years flooded his mind. He had already disappointed Mel; he couldn’t bear to let Suzie down as well. He resolved to make amends and show them both even greater kindness.

With this realization, he gently reclaimed Suzanna’s hand and comforted her, “Suzie, go rest with Carson; don’t worry about me.”

Though Suzie’s actions contradicted Mrs. Shield’s orders, there was no trace of displeasure on the older woman’s face. Instead, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she commended Suzanna. “Let it be. None of you need to kneel.”

“Suzie’s sensibility shines through. Compared to Melody’s blatant disrespect for her elders and ingratitude, it’s like night and day!”

“When she returns home, I will have her kneel for three days and nights as punhment!”

Mrs. Shield’s words were delivered with such vehemence that her own frame trembled with anger.

Gary and Carson exchanged alarmed glances, taken aback by their grandmother’s reaction.

When would Melody come home? Was this still her home? She had severed ties so completely that she no longer recognized them.

After completing the massage and treatment, Edward succumbed to sleep under Melody’s skilled hands and the soothing effects of the intense. Melody gazed out the window, where the first rays of orange- yellow sunlight painted the pale blue sky, signaling the start of a new day.

Exhaustion washed over her, and she sat on the edge of the bed, instinctively grasping Edward’s slender fingers in her palm and closing her eyes. As the birds began to chirp outside and the sunlight intensified, Edward stirred from his slumber, feeling the soft pressure of Melody’s touch on his fingers.

Turning his gaze toward her, he saw Melody curled up on the edge of the bed. Her complexion was porcelain, with a delicate blush gracing her sweet features, making her look utterly enchanting.

Edward studied Melody’s sleeping form for a long moment, his eyes deep and inscrutable. Something stirred within him, hidden in the depths of his gaze….

His gaze traveled to her slender neck

If she harbored ill intentions, it would be easy to twist them…

Melody awoke with a start, feeling sore and fatigued from her uncomfortable position. Her clear and transparent almond eyes fluttered open, and she blinked several times in a stupor. When she finally realized the person staring back at her was Edward, a bewildered look swept across her face.

Surprised, she retreated slightly, and Edward’s gaze withdrew, returning to its calm demeanor.

Her body seemed to shiver as Edward coldly retracted his fingers from her palm.

Raising her head, she offered a smile. “Mr. Moore, your fingers are remarkably elegant. It’s a pity I can’t admire them.”

Edward narrowed his eyes at her. “Melody, are you still half–asleep?”

“If you persist with this banter, you may find yourself relegated to the corridor for the night.”

It was regrettable that such a young girl possessed such a fatuous tongue!

Others would surely be at a loss for words upon hearing her remarks.

Is this my punishment?

Ed, you’ve truly met your match!

“Mr. Moore, you’ve misunderstood.”

“I simply meant it’s a shame you aren’t a hand model!”

Chapter 14 Love Bites

Melody regarded him with wide almond–shaped eyes, displaying no hint of embarrassment at her playful antics.

Rubbing her eyes, she rose to prepare for her morning ablutions. The prolonged sitting had left her feet numb, prompting an instinctive leap onto the bed.

Edward’s firm palms swiftly supported her delicate waist as she rose, his brow furrowing slightly as he remarked, “You’re quite the young trickster, aren’t you?”

His suspicions of her remained intact.

Melody nestled into his embrace, her supple form melding against his sturdy frame.

Edward tensed at her closeness, his grip on her waist tightening unconsciously.

A mischievous spark ignited within Melody as she leaned in to nibble at his neck, her tone playful and teasing. “Mr. Moore, we’re just beginning. I have many more tricks up my sleeve.”

“I assure you, each one will render you powerless!”

Her grin stretched from ear to ear, a blend of allure and defiance in her demeanor.

Edward’s eyes widened in alarm, a fleeting uncertainty flickering in their depths. The slight discomfort and numbness from her bite monopolized his thoughts.

Melody’s bold, seductive words lingered in his mind, darkening his expression visibly.

Abruptly releasing her, he pushed her away, causing her to tumble onto the carpet.

Her almond–shaped eyes met his, a hint of reproach in their depths.

“You’re my husband. I can hug and nibble without drawing blood.”

“Besides, Mr. Moore, did you not feel it?”

“I felt your reaction when I nibbled.”

Though subtle, he did feel a response.

His long, dormant senses seemed stirred by Melody’s touch, a sensation both unsettling and unfamiliar.

Yet, he acknowledged her medical expertise, deeming valuable.

Atinge of embarrassment crossed Edward’s features as he retrieved a card from the bedside table, extending it to Melody. “As a member of the Moore Family, you mustn’t dress poorly. People may misconstrue it as mistreatment.”

Melody accepted the card, her eyes alight with curiosity. “Is this your supplementary card? Can I use it freely?”

In her previous life, she had never availed herself of Edward’s wealth. But in this life, determined to win him over, she resolved to spend his money unreservedly.

“You’re mistaken.”

“There’s a monthly limit of one million.”

Edward’s gaze was frosty, silently implying. “Though small in stature, your appetite is grand”

Melody chuckled nervously. Mr. Moore was certainly deceptive!

Aren’t wives of big shots given both a supplementary card and a black card?

Following her usual routine order, Melody departed.

Seated in his wheelchair, Edward watched her leave through the panoramic window on the second floor.

With her hair tied in a high ponytail, clad in a white t–shirt and fitted jeans, and sporting sneakers, she exuded an air of youthful confidence.

It was the epitome of youthfulness and vitality.

After Melody’s departure, Edward reached to touch the scar extending from his eye to his jawline.

Bernard, his ever–watchful aide, appeared silently, admiring Edward’s flawless countenance.

Mr. Moore, akin to a radiant sun god, was beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

Edward paused his idle play with a walnut, turning to Bernard. “How is the progress of our Middle Eastern trade?”

Following a discussion of business matters, Edward paused once more, querying, ‘Has Melody utilized the supplementary card?”

Though he had provided her with a supplementary card, he had intentionally imposed a limit.

Bernard, taken aback, noted the row of small pink marks adorning Edward’s neck.

Oh no! Had Mr. Moore and his wife shared a passionate night

Though moments of intimacy were permissible, duty always took precedence.

Getting back into his working mindset, Bernard hurriedly consulted his phone, attempting to conceal the flush creeping up his neck.

Edward raised an eyebrow, prompting Bernard to continue.

“Mr. Moore, your wife just transferred fifty thousand to eighteen male college s dents…”

Wow, with a million–dollar limit, she had spent ninety thousand within minutes!

Madam, a daring wildcat indeed, leaving bite marks on Mr. Moore’s neck!

Chapter 15 Quelling the Skeptics

Felicity found herself grappling with escalating facial allergies, each day worsening the discomfort. She idly played with the ointment that Melody had sent her way, stealing glances at the vigilant bodyguard stationed nearby. “So, you’re saying that not only is this ointment safe, but the venerable minds in the lab have scrutinized its composition?”

“Melody’s resourcefulness knows no bounds.”

With a newfound sense of reassurance, she gingerly applied the ointment, a tingling sense of curiosity stirring within her.

The fiery itch that had plagued her face and neck was swiftly supplanted by a cool, invigorating sensation,

She couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation, “This ointment is remarkably soothing.”

A thought tiptoed into her mind. If this ointment proved so efficacious, what wonders might Melody’s touted beauty cream hold?

In her mind’s eye danced visions of Melody’s flawless, luminescent complexion.

White, delicate, velvety, and supple!

It was an allure even she couldn’t resist.

An hour later, Felicity stood before her reflection in the mirror.

A startled cry reverberated from the bedroom, “Oh my, the swelling has vanished!”

Not only had the inflammation diminished, but the angry redness of her allergic reaction had also ebbed away.

She observed that the once–afflicted skin now bore a newfound softness and fairness…

What sort of miraculous cream was this?

Felicity was overjoyed; unable to contain her smile, she decided to snap a picture to share with the elite socialite group in the capital.

Felicity bubbled over with delight; unable to contain her joy, she resolved to capture a snapshot to share with the capital’s elite social circle.

She wanted those vultures to know that Felicity, renowned for her beauty, stood as immovable as the mightiest of mountains.

Melody graced the halls of YM Capital.

With open–handed generosity, she extended funds to high–achieving employees for the purchase of cutting–edge computers.

Martin, erstwhile president of the student union at Greenfield University and founder of YM Capital, had amassed his initial fortune in the millions.

The reserves left within the company following the incident had kept YM Capital afloat for four years, earning Martin near–deific reverence from many Greenfield graduates.

Melody, appearing perpetually youthful and guileless, faced skepticism from the proud graduates who doubted her mettle.

Under Andrew’s current leadership, none dared openly question her authority, at least for the time being.

Yet Melody knew that to truly cement her dominion over YM Capital, she must establish her credibility.

Within the confines of the boardroom:

“Melody, have you taken leave of your senses?”

“I understand the urgency, but haste may lead to folly.”

“With YM Capital holding less than a million in liquid assets, we can scarcely secure an invitation to the Golden Financial Summit in the capital.

“And you propose to vie with Orton Finance and devise a financial blueprint for Morgan Group within five years. They’re a publicly traded entity with a daily turnover exceeding a million.”

Andrew furrowed his brow and delicately adjusted his spectacles, a hint of disquiet flickering across hist countenance.

He hadn’t expected Melody to exhibit even greater audacity than Martin in days gone by.

The apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree; both siblings possess a ferocious tenacity.

The market valuation of Morgan Group soared into the billions, and they stood as pivotal figures in the imminent Golden Financial Summit to be held in the capital.

Whispers insinuated that Orton Finance had already begun negotiations with Morgan Group. Rumors suggested that Orton Finance was already in talks with Morgan Group.

All that remained was a compelling financial strategy to sway Morgan Group toward collaboration.

“Melody, the world of commerce is akin to a battleground. You lack experience and harbor naivety, adept only at theoretical discourse. Your downfall seems inevitable.”

“Despite holding the legal mantle of YM Capital, you’ve been absent from any decision–making over the past four years, and you lack the credentials of a college graduate. Why should we heed your counsel?”

“Furthermore, do you, a fragile young woman, truly believe that by leveraging Martin, you can wield boundless power? Will you shoulder the burden if YM faces insolvency?”

“If you persist in spouting such nonsense, vacate YM. We have no need for an unseasoned child meddling in our affairs.

The doctoral candidates hammered their points upon the table, a chorus of skepticism ringing out one after the other.

The derision and condescension directed toward Melody were razor–edged, as the titans of academia remained impervious to mere monetary inducements.

Only through aptitude and prowess can we be won over!

For a fleeting moment, the boardroom descended into a tumult of discordant voices.

Any other young woman might have quailed beneath such scrutiny.

But Melody retained her composure at the head of the table, idly toying with a string of beads left behind by Martin.

After the dissatisfied murmurs and skeptical challenges had been voiced, Melody surveyed the room.

A sly smirk curled her lips as she twirled the beads between her fingers.

The dangerous half–lidded almond eyes of the girl gleamed with keenness and arrogance. “Martin founded YM at the tender age of twenty, securing million–dollar ventures and etching his name into industry lore.”

“Now, 1. Melody, shall lead YM Capital at the age of twenty!”

So what if I’m a woman? Talent knows no gender constraints.

“In the realm of business, it is skill and strategy alone that holds sway.”

“No matter how gifted or haughty you may be, you find yourselves under the authority of a young woman such as myself.”

Chapter 16 Dangerously Close

“Upon my arrival, I expect to be addressed respectfully as Ma’am!” Melody’s demeanor exuded an icy resolve, her visage as frosty as her tone, firm and commanding. Merely her presence alone sent ripples of apprehension through the meeting room.

Yet, that wasn’t enough.

Arching an eyebrow, she cast her bracelet onto the table with a decisive flick. “In three days‘ time, I shall present

the invitation to the Golden Financial Summit before you all.”

“Prepare yourselves to join me on the battlefield of the summit at that juncture!”

With a burning ambition propelling her forward, Melody openly displayed her fervent aspirations.

At that moment, each person seemed to conjure visions of Martin, their revered patriarch, founding a company with a mere twenty thousand dollars four years prior. He took a chance, using the inaugural project to unlock commissions worth millions.

Andrew rose from his seat, his bearing poised and assured. A faint smile graced his thin lips as he spoke, *Ma’ain, we eagerly anticipate your forthcoming news.

The scorn and ridicule from the doctoral candidates towards Melody abated, yet a teasing undertone lingered. “Little Ma’am, don’t disappoint us now….

Back at the Moor Mansion.

Upon entering, Melody was immediately struck by the palpable tension enveloping the estate. The servants moved about with visible unease.

In the master bedroom, Melody’s eyes fell upon Edward’s wheelchair parked beside the sofa where she often rested. He methodically tore her freshly laundered white garments, scattering them across the floor with deliberate motions as if engaged in some lofty and elegant endeavor.

Taken aback, Melody moved forward to retrieve a torn shirt, her brow furrowed in perplexity. “Edward, what compels you to rend my clothing in such a manner?”

At the sound of her voice, Edward’s dark, penetrating gaze flickered under the lamplight as he turned to regard her. A smirk played upon his lips, his deep voice carrying a subtle edge of danger. “How can one embrace the new without discarding the old?”

Though he had provided her with funds to purchase new attire, she had chosen instead to support multiple men–college students, no less.

On top of that, eighteen of them!

Her appetite seemed insatiable.

If she found me lacking, why attempt to mold me into something I’m not?

Melody was momentarily stunned, almost forgetting the card Edward had given her that morning to procure new clothes.

Yet, she struggled to recall the last time she had donned new attire.

During her tenure with the Shield family, she often wore hand–me–downs from Suzanna–outdated styles, faded hues, some even threadbare. She would mend and alter them herself to extend their wearability.

The Shield family often remarked on the uncanny resemblance between her wardrobe and Suzanna’s, as though she had pilfered half of Suzanna’s belongings.

But everything she received was what Suzanna had grown tired of.

Declining would have been tantamount to rejecting the Shield family’s offerings and disrespecting Suzanna’s intentions,

Contemplating this, she regarded Edward with a trace of melancholy in her gaze.

It seemed Edward was the only one who had ever taken notice in both my past life and this current one.

He pitied her for wearing drab, worn–out attire.

In her previous life, he had even purchased new clothes for her.

She dared to believe that she, too, could be cherished by someone, that she was also deserving of luxurious garments and exquisite jewelry.

Yet, she had consistently rebuffed his advances back then.

After a moment of reverie, she shook her head, refocusing on the present

Observing her distant expression, Edward’s countenance darkened, a maelstrom of emotions swirling in his eyes as he tersely remarked, “Melody, do you feel aggrieved using my funds to support another man first?”

He narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening on her shirt.

His concern wasn’t for Melody herself; he was merely irritated by her brazen exploitation of his resources.

Yet, in the next instant, Melody bent forward, closing the distance between them.

Her delicate fingers brushed against his expensive collar as their eyes locked, her gaze clear and beguiling. “Edward, I have never supported another man, only you!”

“And this attire I’m wearing now is old and worn. Would you care… to tear it?”

Melody’s heart raced; she felt as though she were intoxicated, treading on treacherous ground. A blushi crept across her skin, tingling with sensitivity.

I must be out of my mind! she chided herself.

Edward’s eyes widened, momentarily caught off guard by Melody’s enigmatic words. Yet, he swiftly regained his composure, his tone icy as he retorted, “What are you attempting… to accomplish?”

Melody started to move back as if about to retreat, but in a sudden motion, she lost her balance and stumbled forward.

Though she managed to grasp the wheelchair’s armrest, her soft, moist lips brushed against Edward’s forehead before lightly alighting upon his prominent nose…

Simultaneously, the bedroom door swung open.

Old Madam Moore’s composed Visage morphed from surprise to a sly smile in an instant. “Hehe, young people could stand to indulge in a few more films.

“Behold, my grandson has finally come of age.”

Chapter 17 Little Temptress

A delicate touch graced Edward’s forehead and nose.

Edward’s brows furrowed as he swiftly seized Melody’s wrist, his grip tightening with a subtle intensity. The bob of his Adam’s apple betrayed a tension that seemed more pronounced than usual.

This little temptress, attempting to ensnare me once more!

Melody’s heart pounded within her chest as she awkwardly recoiled, her eyes darting like a startled deer caught in the glare of headlights.

She had come close to kissing him but stopped short of touching his lips.

Her gaze trailed her thoughts, lingering on Edward’s thin lips. Upon closer scrutiny, she discerned a hint of moisture between them, akin to morning dew–tempting, alluring.

The intensity in Melody’s eyes hinted at a readiness to pounce.

“Melody, cease this,” Edward’s temple throbbed with exasperation. If she persisted, he might find himself tempted to throttle her to rid her of these tantalizing notions..

Edward regarded her sternly, his Adam’s apple bobbing twice before he lowered his eyelids to veil his emotions. His jaw clenched tightly as though he struggled to restrain himself.

“Mr. Moore, I–I didn’t mean to… to fall into your arms and nearly kiss you, Melody stammered.

“But, Mr. Moore, your skin is remarkably soft.

“And your taste isn’t unpleasant,” Melody deliberately murmured the last two sentences, her sweet scent wafting tantalizingly around Edward’s neck.

Edward’s joints stiffened, his grip on the wheelchair’s armrest tightening.

This little demon.

Were it not for your usefulness, I would’ve disciplined you!

Melody’s gaze casually swept over the familiar figure standing at the doorway–Old Madam Moore, the eldest member of the Moore family, who harbored a deep affection for Edward.

In Melody’s previous life, she had distanced herself from Edward and rebuffed Old Madam Moore’s kindness. She was determined not to repeat those mistakes; she couldn’t squander this divine assistance.

Melody seemed to panic as she struggled against Edward’s grip on her wrist. In her efforts to break free, she toppled backward, landing unceremoniously on the carpet.

The young girl pouted, gazing at Edward with an air of grievance. “Mr. Moore, I’m sorry; please don’t be angry, okay?”

“I promise to behave and sleep on the sofa tonight. I won’t disturb your rest.”

Her words were intentionally ambiguous, implying a familiarity that wasn’t present.

Edward looked on helplessly, sighing inwardly. This bra is always up to mischief

Old Madam Moore regarded them with astonishment. My, my, it’s only been a few days, and my grandson has made such progress?”

At this rate, could the birth of a great–grandchild be far off?

After a moment’s consideration, Old Madam Moore approached with dignity and gentleness, helping Melody to her feet. “My dear, fear not.”

“In the future, I shall stand by your side.”

“Tonight, rest assured, you shall share a bed with him. If he dares to mistreat you, simply inform me, and I shall see to it.”

Having finished, Old Madam Moore cast a fierce glare at Edward. “As for you, now that you’re married, you must treat your wife with kindness.”

“It’s not often a young lady takes a liking to you. Scare her off, and you’ll remain a bachelor for life!”

Edward’s jaw tightened as he drew a sharp breath: ‘Grandma, do you truly consider her my wife?”

The first six bridesmaids had fled, relieved to regain their freedom.

The seventh, originally meant to be Suzanna, had been replaced by Melody at the Shield family’s behest.

As far as Edward knew, Old Madam Moore had personally intervened to oust this impostor bride, Melody!

“Nonsense! Mel is beautiful with a fine figure. She harbors genuine affection for you and willingly married into the Moore family. I must thank her–do you have any objections to that?”

Edward swallowed a gulp and averted his eyes.

“Very well, tonight, I shall remain at the Moore Residence. You and Mel are now husband and wife; you ought to share a bed. I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

Old Madam Moore was in high spirits.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Having conducted some preliminary research on Melody, she found the girl quite charming. Since no one in the Shield family seemed to possess good judgment, she, as the wise elder, would ensure Melody’s well- being.

As night fell, Old Madam Moore ushered the pair into the master bedroom, her lips curving in satisfaction.

Before departing, she offered a final piece of advice. “Mel, Eddie isn’t particularly experienced in matters of this nature. You may need to… make some allowances.”

Edward’s expression darkened. “Grandma, please refrain from such inappropriate thoughts.”

Chapter 18 Feeling Cherished

Melody chuckled and nodded, her voice light. “Of course. I’ll take good care of Eddie.

Inside the master bedroom, Melady attended to Edward, administering massages and applying essential oils to his body. After his bath, she emerged from the bathroom clad in a pristine white lace nightgown.

Observing her with a cool, discerning gaze, Edward spoke, his tone cutting. “Melody, Grandma isn’t here. Aren’t you tired of this charade?”

“Are you truly intent on sharing a bed with me tonight

Edward scrutinized the accounts Melody had transferred his funds into all belonging to YM Capital, a small but significant asset left by her brother Martin. He discerned her intentions: investing the money he had given her into business ventures rather than personal expenses.

“As your husband, is it not natural for us to share a bed? Melody retorted. “Must you persist in guarding your innocence?”

Melody smirked mischievously, her clear apricot eyes twinkling with mischief. With deliberate grace, she approached, the contours of her figure accentuated by the white silk nightgown. She leaned in, tempting Edward to lower his guard.

She moved with calculated steps, the contours of her youthful form accentuated by the delicate embrace of a white silk nightgown. As she stooped down, her curves held a subtle allure, coaxing Edward’s defenses to falter.

Edward offered a sardonic grin, his tone playful as he quipped, “If you desire the comfort of the bed, by all means, help yourself. You’re well aware… I cannot lay a hand on you.”

His gaze swept over her figure, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Progress in therapy required time, a fact Melody acknowledged all too well.

For her to brazenly approach the bed seemed almost like an affront to him.

Melody leaned closer, fingers reaching to tousle his unruly black locks, a light chuckle escaping her lips. “Edward, are you sulking because you can’t have me?”

“Poor thing. I suppose I’ll retire for the night.”

With that, she ascended the bed, taking her place on the far side. The distance between their bodies was substantial enough to accommodate several more.

A woman shouldn’t yield to a man so easily.

In contrast, indignation might leave a more enduring impression!

Unfortunately for Edward, sleep eluded him once more. The warmth of her presence felt tantalizingly close yet painfully distant.

Tossing and turning until the midnight hour, he finally snapped in frustration, “You wicked woman!”

But there was no reply–she had already drifted off to sleep.

Had he made a promise to Grandma… to take care of me?

At the crack of dawn, Melody stirred from her slumber

The constant stream of people entering and exiting the master bedroom had disrupted her rest.

Irritated by the lack of proper sleep, she was on the brink of unleashing her frustrations on someone.

However, she was met with Bernard’s respectful presence at the wardrobe door. He greeted her promptly upon her awakening, “Madam, you’re up.”

“Mr. Moore has instructed that your attire must uphold the dignity and pride of the Moore family; hence, only garments of superior quality are deemed acceptable. The dressing room has been revamped to showcase a plethora of designs from top–tier brands, allowing you to select at your leisure

Caught off guard by the sudden change, Melody wrapped herself in a coat and hurried barefoot toward the dressing room.

Within, an array of bespoke clothing, exquisite jewelry, and limited–edition handbags from renowned designers adorned the walls.

Edward had granted her what she once envied in Suzanna; some pieces even surpassed hers in opulence and craftsmanship.

A warmth swelled within her as she examined each item, admiring their elegance and allure.

A sensation unfamiliar to her stirred. Was this what it meant to be cherished by someone?

“Edward, you truly know how to bring joy to a girl,” she murmured to herself.

Her almond eyes gleamed with newfound delight as she changed into a luxurious red dress and hastened. to the study.

Boldly swinging open the door, she entered with purpose, her sights set on Edward.

Draping her arms that were adorned in vibrant red around his neck, Melody planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Mr. Moore, your generosity knows no bounds.”

“I’m almost moved to tears by your financial prowess!”

Her excitement was palpable, and Melody beamed, her eyes alight with joy.

Unbeknownst to her, Felicity sat across the desk, her expression one of disbelief.

Edward was taken aback by Melody’s sudden display of affection. His demeanor stiffened slightly as he gently pushed her away, cautioning. “Melody, please act with decorum.”

“Mr. Moore, if you reject my advances once more, I will be forced to inform Old Madam Moore of your peculiar attachment to Bernard!”

Felicity, who had some faint scars left from her previous allergic reaction, had originally come to find Melody. However, she was stopped by Edward outside the master bedroom and had to sit in the study, waiting for Melody.

Felicity, bearing faint scars from a prior allergic reaction, had intended to seek out Melody. However, she found herself detained by Edward outside the master bedroom, thus confined to the study.

To her astonishment, she stumbled upon a startling revelation!

With a scoff, Felicity mused aloud, “Well, this was certainly worth the wait!”

Bernard, the solitary man who had just entered the study, remained perplexed by Felicity’s cryptic statement.

Women, he mused, are an enigma. Whether he’d ever fathom their intricacies remained uncertain.

Chapter 19 It’s a Deal

Melody, with a playful gleam in her eyes, lightly teased Edward, her lips curved in a smile, before turning her attention to Felicity seated opposite her, resplendent in a luxurious and elegant ensemble.

The seamless rapport between the two of them intrigued Felicity, thefr interactions mirroring each other with precision.

Despite Melody’s feigned nonchalance, Edward’s furrowed brows betrayed his concern as he spoke, his tone serious, “Don’t misunderstand.”

“These gifts are merely a small token to compensate for the loss of your belongings.”

Could such modest offerings truly evoke such delight?

This young lady… seemed easily pleased indeed.

Edward maintained a composed demeanor, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, a faint smile gracing his lips.

Melody’s gaze lowered momentarily before meeting Edward’s amused eyes and the subtle curve of his lips.

Then, with a disbelieving expression, she pointed towards the corner of Edward’s mouth.

“Edward, you’re smiling!”

“Did you always have dimples when you smiled?”

…It suits you.”

Melody’s words caught the attention of Felicity and Bernard, who turned just in time to witness Edward’s fleeting smile dissipate.

He busied himself with adjusting his cufflinks, his expression turning icy as he glanced briefly at Mel ly before stating, with a dismissive tone, “You must be mistaken.”

It was as though the earlier smile had never graced his features.

Men certainly knew how to don a facade! Felicity mused silently to herself.

The knowledge of her brother possessing dimples was a closely guarded secret

Edward’s demeanor had always been serious and aloof during their upbringing, concealing this subtle detail from most.

But Felicity was certain that Edward had indeed smiled For Melody.

Unfazed by Edward’s stubbornness, Melody met Felicity’s inquisitive gaze. “Good morning, Felicity.”

“You look more radiant each day.”

Felicity tilted her head, her expression innocent yet mischievous, reminiscent of an endearing fox.

Ignoring Edward’s chilly glare, she hesitated for a moment before speaking haughtily, “Ahem, I am well aware of my own beauty. Your validation is unnecessary.

“Anyway, Melody, is the beauty cream you mentioned still available for purchase?”

“Kindly provide me with the price.”

Though her allergies had subsided, faint scars marred the perfection of her complexion.

She had consulted beauty experts who suggested minimally invasive procedures for scar removal.

However, the transformative effects of Melody’s product rendered her acne–scarred skin flawless and delicate within a week, sparking her curiosity about its secret ingredients.

In matters of beauty, women exhibited near–obsessive dedication.

Melody’s eyes twinkled with amusement at Felicity’s words. These siblings were indeed both proud and oberinate.

With a smile, she replied, “Why discuss finances among family? Let’s consider it fate that brought us together.”

“Spared me the pleasantries, Felicity retorted matter–of–factly.

“Very well. Let’s say it amounts to eighteen thousand.”

Bernard’s eyes widened at the figure mentioned.

Aware of having spent over a hundred thousand on a single handbag, Felicity nodded decisively. “I’ll purchase two bottles.”

“How should I proceed with the payment?”

But Melody shook her head mysteriously, leading Felicity to the master bedroom with a smile.

Handing over the two jars of beauty cream she had prepared for Mrs. Shield and Suzanna, she paused deliberately before placing them in Felicity’s hands.

“Felicity, are you a member of a prominent ladies‘ group?”

“What is your status within it?”

The emphasis on the word “status” struck a chord with Felicity.

Raising her eyebrows, she asserted confidently, “I, Felicity, am the leader. The position of group leader befits me.

Melody’s eyes lit up, though she maintained a composed demeanor, appearing conflicted yet intrigued. “I’ll offer you these two bottles as a gift.”

“But on the condition that you post about the beauty cream in the prominent ladies‘ group, detailing its effects and transformations, Felicity furrowed her brow. “Do you think I’m merely an advertising platform?”

Initially considering resolving the matter with money, Felicity was taken aback by Melody’s refusal.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Melody’s features as she retrieved the beauty cream, chuckling softly. “It’s fine if you decline. After all, I have limited stock of this beauty cream for myself.”

“It might prove beneficial in winning over your brother’s affections.”

Felicity’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze drawn to Melody’s flawless complexion…

In less than a week, her skin had undergone such a remarkable transformation.

Truly an extraordinary product.

After a moment’s deliberation, just as Melody was about to leave with the product…

“Wait, I’ll accept the offer!”

In the end, Felicity eagerly embraced the opportunity.

Turning around, she shared news of the beauty cream with the group.

Lady Felicity: ‘Excited to try out this new customized product. It’s already making a visible difference on my allergy scars!”

Chapter 20 Complete Disregard

The socialites were keenly attuned to Felicity’s refined preferences; she could enumerate on one hand the skincare products that met her standards. Was it possible that a renowned brand had launched an exclusive, luxury skincare product tailored for IPS This was the burning inquiry circulating among them.

Yet, Felicity maintained an air of secrecy, obedient to Melody’s directives. With each inquiry, curiosity mounted, leaving those seeking answers feeling increasingly perplexed and hungry for information.

Emerging from the venue, Melody was adorned in a resplendent crimson gown, its luxurious fabric gracefully hugging her figure. Paired with dainty high heels and cascading curls, she radiated opulence and sophistication.

From the vantage point of the second floor, Edward watched her descent, a walnut crunched beneath the pressure of his thumb and index finger. Regret tinged his thoughts as he questioned his decision to allow her such extravagance.

Meanwhile, a knot formed in Bernard’s throat as he anxiously contemplated Mr. Moore’s capricious demeanor, uncertain of what unpredictable actions might follow.

This situation proved to be quite confounding.

Melody’s mind drifted back to a pivotal event from her past–a discreet auction dinner preceding the prestigious Golden Financial Summit in the capital. The focal point of the evening was an exclusive invitation to the summit itself, with the highest bidder also securing an lonic Rehab, a portable electrotherapy device crafted by the renowned medical artisan Master Jose.

Whispers abounded regarding a shadowy figure who had purportedly acquired the device for an astronomical eight–figure sum. Master Jose had crafted only two such devices, and regrettably, the one gifted to Melody by her grandfather had met an untimely demise.

With her current financial resources falling short of bidding on the remaining device, Melody realized she needed to swiftly secure an invitation. She promptly transferred the remaining hundred thousand to another card for the month. Knowing that the following day marked the beginning of a new month, she planned to photograph the invitation and delay payment until the morning.

In her previous experiences, such invitations had fetched a mere fifty thousand. With her confidence unwavering, she believed she could secure it at that price.

The ticket to the intimate banquet had been procured through Andrew, a detail that now felt crucial in her quest for access to the summit.

As night draped its velvety veil over the scene, Melody swept into the gathering cloaked in a sumptuous -scarlet gown, commanding countless admiring and intrigued gazes. Murmurs of admiration echoed

through the room, with some even audibly gasping at the sight of her breathtaking beauty.

In contrast, Suzanna radiated an air of innocence in her snow–white Chanel–style dress, her long locks. cascading over her shoulders like a veil of purity. Standing by her side was the evening’s host, Elana, a fervent devotee of celebrity culture whose admiration for Carson had fostered a close bond with his sister, Suzanna.

As if scripted by fate, the trio of Suzanna, Carson, and Gary entered the venue at precisely that moment, their attention immediately captured by Melody’s entrance, Gary’s eyes glittered with eagerness to approach her, but Carson intervened with a stern expression.

“Gary,” Carson admonished, his tone firm. “Melody will grace us in her own time. Let us wait patiently here.

Carson’s mind wandered through the corridors of memory, retracing every encounter with Melody. He reminisced about her genuine warmth and proactive demeanor toward him; each interaction etched in his mind as a testament to her openness and lack of hesitation in approaching him.

Meanwhile, Suzanna’s attention was captivated by Melody’s figure, her gaze sweeping across the luxurious ensemble adorning her sister. Suddenly, Suzanna gasped in astonishment, leaning in to whisper to Elana, her voice barely above a hushed tone, “Lana, isn’t that dress on my sister the new exclusive design we spotted at Chanel yesterday?”

A creation worth tens of thousands–how could Melody possibly afford such opulence?

Furrowing her brow in consternation, Elana cast a critical eye over Melody, her thoughts mirroring Suzanna’s incredulity. “What is she doing here?” she murmured, her tone tinged with suspicion,

The entire group’s attention fixated on Melody as she maneuvered through the crowd, their outward, demeanor veiling an underlying curiosity and pride. With determined strides, Melody navigated towards her destination, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on something ahead.

Initially anxious that Melody might not approach, Gary attempted to break free from Carson’s grip, eager to welcome her warmly as she drew nearer. His relief, however, was abruptly shattered as Melody brushed” past him without so much as a glance, her attention fixed on Andrew, towards whom she moved with a radiant smile, apologizing for her delay.

Suzanna, witnessing the exchange, couldn’t contain her astonishment. “Hold on, guys, why is Melody with Professor Woodman from Greenfield University? Is he her companion for the evening?” The implications, hung heavy in the air–Melody was already married, making her choice of another man as her escort evidently inappropriate.

Carson’s brow furrowed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Is this girl married and still intent on bringing shame to our Shield family?” he muttered, his tone tinged with disdain.

Gary, taken aback, felt a wave of bewilderment and disbelief wash over him as his gaze shifted from Andrew to Melody. It was as though a part of his heart had suddenly turned hollow, desolate, and cold.

Did Mel not notice mel

Or had she begun to view us as invisible, our presence inconsequential to her?

Chapter 21 Calm Before Storm

Andrew observed Melody’s graceful approach with a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes before settling. into calmness. As he handed her a card, he spoke, “Melody, there is one million inside. Consider it my investment in Martin’s business.Andrew, hailing from a wealthy background, had initially co–founded the financial company with Martin to pursue his dreams. However, his support for YM Capital persisted out of sentimentality. He admired Melody’s determination, which was reminiscent of Martin’s.

Melody reached out to decline, Professor Woodman, I can’t…

“Melody, has our family ever lacked money for you to spend?” Carson interjected, his eyebrows furrowing as he strode forward, grabbing Melody’s wrist. Standing before her, tall and imposing, Carson’s black shirt. was partially unbuttoned, revealing his well–built physique. His dark eyes bore into Melody coldly.

“Why are you borrowing money from outsiders? We have enough money as it is, he spoke, questioning her decision to seek help from outsiders rather than her own family.

Even though she may be wild and unruly, she was still a member of the Shield family, and they had appearances to keep.

After all, the Shield family had always provided for her material needs. Why bother to pretend otherwise?

Melody recoiled from Carson’s arms, her demeanor frosty despite the polite smile she mustered. “Do we know each other, sir?” she inquired with a detached air.

Carson’s gaze hardened, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his features before he steeled himself. He couldn’t bear to continue their confrontation in such a public setting. “Melody, don’t come to me for help in the future,” he retorted, his tone icy as he turned to leave.

For a moment, Carson’s steps faltered, a silent plea lingering in the air as if he anticipated Melody to chase after, him, seeking reconciliation. But she remained rooted to the spot, her resolve unyielding as she watched him depart to the other end of the banquet hall, frustration evident in his every movement,

Gary, still nearby, approached Melody with a pallid face, concern etched in his features. “Mel, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice laden with guilt.

“Carson is just worried about you,” he added. He was haunted by the specter of his fears regarding her safety.

Night after night, Gary had been tormented by nightmares, each one leaving him physically and mentally drained. He longed to bridge the gap between them, but Melody stepped back, her expression resolute as she rebuffed him. “Worried? I don’t need your false concerns,” she stated firmly. Leave. I have no desire to see you.”

The belated affection Gary harbored could dissipate easily like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind.

Did he truly believe himself blameless? He merely misses the power to control and blame meone at his whim!

Stently, Gary departed, a hollow ache gnawing at his heart.

Observing the scene, Suzanna approached Melody with gentle concern. “Mel, though I never agreed with this arranged marriage, you’re already wedded. It’s not fight to depend on someone else’s finances, she admonished softly, though a hint of sarcasm tinged her words.

In Suzanna’s eyes, Melody had been cast aside by the Moore family, with only Andrew to turn to. The designer clothes she wore might be borrowed, high–quality imitations. Suzanna extended a card bearing two thousand, expecting gratitude in return.

Melody glanced at the card with a wry chuckle. “Two thousand wouldn’t even cover Miss Shield’s afternoon tea on a normal day,” she remarked dryly.

“Suzie’s indeed generous to her sister,” she added, noting Suzanna’s monthly expenses totaling three hundred thousand, supplemented by her brothers‘ contributions.

Her eldest brother, Timothy, would provide her with half the earnings whenever he had a successful financial project.

Meanwhile, Melody received a mere one thousand five hundred monthly from Mrs. Ingrid. Suzanna, on the other hand, boasted a savings account with at least seven figures. She also received extra pocket money every month from the family members.

Giving her two thousand was not only an insult but also a blatant lack of respect.

Elana, daughter of the Summers, interjected condescendingly, asserting her family’s authority. “Who do you think you are, speaking to Suzie like that?” she admonished Melody, her tone dripping with disdain.

What, the cripple can’t satisfy you, so you have to sell yourself to entertain someone?”

Elana stepped forward like a peacock trying to show off its feathers.

As the precious daughter of the Summers, she had gotten everything she wanted in life without having to work for it. Fame, money, and respect. There was no one in the capital who’d dare to trample on her in fear of offending her father.

Melody is just a dispensable bride to the Moore family.

She is merely an unrecognized commodity, yet she dares to act arrogantly on my territory and bully my best friend?

Suzanna, while secretly pleased by the exchange, intervened weakly to restrain Elana “Lana, calm down. Mel might just be desperate for money,” she suggested, though Elana’s sneer suggested otherwise.

“If you’re desperate,” Elana taunted, “just sell yourself.”

Melody stood her ground against their barbs, her pride unyielding even in the face of their scorn

“Melody, it seems like the sponsor you found isn’t that great. Why don’t I introduce you to some even wealthier ones?”

Chapter 22 Confrontation

“Drake Crawford, the esteemed scion of the Crawford Group, and Harry Lincoln, proprietor of Lincoln Designs, a man who, having recently lost his wife, now contemplates a second marriage…

“I daresay either of these gentlemen might suit you admirably.”

There were whispers about Drake, whispers laden with the weight of his reputation as a notorious playboy in the capital, whose exploits involved mistreatment of numerous women and indulgence in debauchery.

Similarly, Harry wasn’t devoid of rumors either; his penchant for ostentation in public contrasted starkly with reports of domestic discord, with some suggesting a grim fate befell his previous wife by his hand.

By mentioning them, Elana implied a dire fate for Melody, akin to the unfortunate women associated with Drake and Harry.

Elana scrutinized Melody’s exclusive custom–made red Chanel dress with a discerning eye, though the longer she examined it, the more unease crept into her demeanor.

Her keen gaze swiftly discerned its authenticity.

The simmering anger within her erupted into a blazing fury, her eyes alight with indignation.

Why should someone who commodifies her body adorn herself in opulent attire beyond her means?

With a glass of crimson wine in hand, she leaned forward, feigned a stumble, and deliberately spilled the wine onto Melody’s luxurious dress.

“What a pity, Melody, wasting a glass of my wine,”

Elana’s smirk dripped with malice, her mastery of sarcasm honed within the echelons of high society.

She sought to diminish Melody intentionally, to impress upon her the notion of her undeserving status.

Andrew, observing quietly from the sidelines, hesitated to intrude upon Melody’s familial affairs. Yet, he could remain silent no longer, delivering a stern rebuke, “Miss Summer, this is a distinguished gathering. yet you comport yourself with such lack of decorum!”

Elana’s smile turned more haughty as she lifted her chin, a gesture of disdain. “And what of it?”

“Dare Melody retaliate against me?”

Upon the Summer family grounds, she believed none would challenge her authority, no matter her

arrogance.

Unnoticed by many, a coldness descended upon Melody’s countenance, a glimmer of resolve in her eyes.

The smile upon her lips turned saccharine, sickeningly sweet. “Elana, has your countenance undergone alteration through surgical means?”

With a single utterance, Elana’s face contorted with anger. “Melody, you spout nonsense!”

Yet Melody’s grin widened, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Shall I venture a guess at the composition of the implant within your nasal cavity?”

“Oh, it’s quite a challenge to surmise.”

“Perhaps I should extricate it for all to scrutinize, hmm

Melody advanced, an air of innocence and curiosity about her, before seizing Elana by the neck and slamming her to the ground.

The force caused the silicone implant in Elana’s nose to rupture her skin, blood splattering in all directions.

The ensuing cacophony resembled the slaughter of a swine.

A touch of malice gleamed in Melody’s eyes, a hint of crimson hinting at a darker intent,

With a delicate touch, she released Elana’s neck and lifted the wine–stained dress, regarding Suzanna with narrowed eyes as she remarked nonchalantly. “Ah, you’re bleeding.”

“It complements the hue of the wine quite beautifully.

Melody’s once–pristine red dress was now tainted with the blood from Elana’s ruptured implant.

With a lofty gaze, she surveyed Elana’s prone form, her tone playful.

“Miss Summer, should you insult my husband again by referring to him as a cripple… I may find it necessary to employ a surgical blade to retrieve the implant beneath your bosom.

The girl squatted, lifting Elana’s chin.

A devilish smile graced her lips.

The curve was flawless, yet her narrowed eyes held a warning..

“You… you!! How dare you treat me thus! You’re finished! You’ll pay dearly!”

“Someone, apprehend Melody for me; I demand her hand be broken!”

Despite the agony, Elana’s screams persisted unabated.

Soon, the venue’s security intervened, dispersing the crowd.

Surrounded by guards, Melody stood composedly, addressing the throng outside in a casual manner, Bernard.”

Bernard broke into a cold sweat, wondering why he suddenly felt as if he were on a death list when she called his name.

“Madam, your orders?” he replied, clad in a bespoke black suit bearing the emblem of the Moore family.

Those astute enough could discern the potent influence behind him.

But the fact that he addressed Melody as “Madam” raised questions.

Has Melody been officially recognized as the legal spouse of the Moore family?

Chapter 23 Trapping the Rabbit

On the second floor of the venue, Edward surveyed the scene from a lofty vantage point, bathed in the soft illumination that swept across his features. The scar tracing from his brow to his jawline lent an air of ruthless resolve to his stern countenance.

When Melody impulsively referred to him as her “husband,” a faint glimmer danced within Edward’s dark eyes, momentarily catching him off guard. His throat tightened, parched with the weight of her words.

How long had it been since anyone publicly defended him?

Even he had grown accustomed to his condition, too weary to muster indignation in the face of mockery and insult.

Yet here was Melody, fiercely advocating for his dignity, Why, he wondered, did the feel compelled to do so?

Edward’s calloused fingertips brushed together as if still tingling from the memory of a gentle touch. With a decisive press of the consent key on his wheelchair, he granted Melody full control over Bernard’s actions.

The flickering light cast sharp shadows upon the contours of his jaw, highlighting the faint dimple etched ipto his check

“Melody, you possess a keen eye for selecting allies.. Impressive. This time, I’ll lend you my support as an exception,” Edward’s voice resonated, slow and seductive.

Bernard received the directive on his wristband and inwardly nodded in acknowledgment. Indeed, his reserved master had succumbed to the allure of his wife’s charms.

Towering and robust, he effortlessly parted the crowd, the surrounding bodyguards instinctively yielding ground.

Seizing the moment, Suzanna interceded, aiding the bloodied Elana to her feet. Expressing her grievances, she pleaded, “Melody, Lana is still young. Even if she speaks without restraint and accidentally stains your gown, must you resort to violence? Moreover, Lana’s father hosts this gathering. Your actions will implicate the Shields. Your recklessness brings undue hardship upon Dad and the rest of us. How can you be so selfish?”

Suzanna portrayed herself as an innocent victim, standing tall like a guileless rabbit confronted by predators. Tears welled in her eyes, though they remained unshed. The commotion caught the attention of Carson and Gary. With a single glance, Melody stood condemned.

Carson rushed to shield Suzanna and Elana, his icy gaze piercing into Melody’s soul as he reproached, “Melody, how long will your envy of Suzie persist? Aside from causing trouble and embarrassment to the Shield family, what more do you intend to do?”

His clenched jaw accentuated his intimidation. He could no longer endure it; in his eyes, Melody had strayed too far beyond redemption.

Melody rose gracefully on slender heels, her crimson–stained dress still exuding elegance despite the blood.

Ignoring Carson’s tirade, she addressed Elana icily, “As the latest model in this Chanel creation, it is valued at eight hundred thousand. Miss Summer, choose between cash or credit. Fail to compensate, and you shan’t leave here.”

Elana, accustomed to lavish spending on cosmetic enhancements, found herself constrained by familial allowances and credit limits.

Carson’s eyes twitched as Melody swept past him, a vein pulsing on his forehead.

Suzanna, her voice trembling and faint, implored, “Melody, Lana is but a child; must you be so aggressive…”

Her excuse of Elana’s youth drew a derisive eye roll from Melody. Meanwhile, Suzanna attempted to depart with Elana, only to be obstructed by Bernard’s imposing frame

Her eyebrows knitted in a way that showed confusion as if she didn’t understand why her sister was being so cold–hearted.

Gary observed the scene, familiar with the fragile postures and familiar patterns of conflict between. Suzanna and Melody. But this time, he noted the wine stains marring Melody’s attire.

It seems that every time Suzie and Mel have a conflict, Suzie is always the innocent victim.

This time, however, he noticed the red wine stains on Mel’s skirt.

Stepping back, he discreetly bribed a waiter for a detailed account of the incident. As he listened, his expression grew increasingly somber…

Raising an eyebrow, Melody countered, “Indeed, Lana may be young, but you and I, Suzanna, are of the same age. If you truly regret Elana’s predicament, take action.”

“Aren’t you her close friend? Can’t you extend financial aid?”

It was a subtle form of moral coercion.

If Suzanna refused to assist her friend, it would reveal her callousness. Yet compliance would entail yielding to Melody’s demands. Caught in a dilemma, damned if she did and damned if she didn’t.

A smirk danced upon Melody’s lips. She was determined to outmaneuver deceit with cunning and reclaim what was rightfully hers.

With a single remark, Suzanna’s façade crumbled, her expression stiffening under the weight of Melody’s scrutiny.

Chapter 24 Why Should I

She had millions in savings but was reluctant to fork out money on Elana’s behalf.

However, to maintain her gentle and kind image, Suzanna gritted her teeth and said, “Lana, I know didn’t mean to stain Mel’s dress. I’ll help you pay the compensation.” ”

Although Suzanna’s reluctant and upset look couldn’t be concealed, she still took out her card and handed it over to Melody,

The bystanders couldn’t help but cast condemning glances at Melody.

“Is this the adopted daughter of the Shield family? What a disgrace! How dare an illegitimate child like her bully the legitimate daughter?”

“I heard she married the heir of the Moore family, who is disabled and violent. Serves her right!”

“So she’s Melody? She’s truly beautiful and has a good figure. What a waste for her to marry a disabled person..

“I heard her husband doesn’t have long to live, and shell soon become a widow. Once she loses support from the Moore family, she’ll be at our disposal! Haha!”

Just as Suzanna was about to pass her card to Melody, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed Suzanna’s wrist.

Carson gently lowered his eyes and said, “Suzie, keep your card. I’ll pay this eighty thousand.”

Melody was unsurprised she had long known that Carson was best at cleaning up Suzanna’s messes.

–

Of course, he would be willing to spend eighty thousand for Suzanna’s sake.

Carson’s voice was clear, but when he looked at Melody, his gaze was like a cold, piercing blade.

“Melody, there’s one million in this card, more than enough to buy the dress you’re wearing.”

Carson coldly handed his card to Melody.

Just as Melody was about to take the card, Suzanna suddenly leaned weakly toward Carson.

Carson quickly supported her, and the card in his hand flew straight out toward Melody’s face.

Melody stepped aside, but the sharp corner of the card still grazed her check, cutting through her delicate skin..

Soon, a shallow blood mark appeared on her cheek.

The unexpected insult happened too quickly. Carson’s face changed as he watched the bank card fall to the ground. Melody’s intention to humiliate Carson was obvious.

Unlock succeeded

“Carson, Mel treasures the high–end designer dress that she’s wearing, which is worth eight hundred. thousand. I guess it must be a gift from someone very important… Suzanna probed as she leaned into Carson’s chest, feigning an innocent look while glancing in Andrew’s direction.

Sure enough, Carson’s face turned dark, thinking Melody couldn’t afford such an expensive, high–end designer dress unless she sold her body!

Earlier, he had seen Melody receiving a bank card from Andrew, so the absurd guess became even more plausible.

Suppressing his anger, Carson ordered in an aloof and mocking tone, “Melody, pick up the card and take off that filthy dress on you!”

Take it off and throw it away! I can never tolerate my sister selling her body for money. I shalleducate her harshly to make her come to her senses!

Melody looked up in disbelief, sneering, “Why should I?”

Her brother, in order to humiliate her, threw a credit card at her and ordered her to undress in public!

Once again, she was disappointed in her so–called family.

Just because I’m spending money on you. You’re out here looking for sugar daddies, aren’t you? Then why are you pretending to be high and mighty?”

Carson’s eyes were malicious and mocking.

He aimed to completely shatter Melody’s dignity so that she would never dare to act recklessly again.

Melody bit her lips. Her heart had been broken by them countless times, but it still ached for a moment.

As she looked at Carson’s handsome features, all she felt was disgust.

Without any hesitation, she stepped forward and fiercely punched Carson in the face.

‘Bang!‘

Blood oozed out of Carson’s gum as two teeth fell off.

When Suzanna saw Carson slump onto the ground, she rushed over to help him but was kicked away by Melody.

Melody looked down at Carson and said coldly, “Carson Shield, remember this if I don’t put up with you, you are nothing! And this applies to anyone in the Shield family.”

Gary–stared blankly at Melody, feeling a lump rise in his throat.

Mel, do you hate us now?

Chapter 25 Not My Brother

Melody gazed coldly at the disheveled Carson, who was glaring at her in stupefaction he felt a sense of inexplicable joy.

When she was young, Martin protected her well and taught her martial arts from the age of ten so that she wouldn’t be bullied by outsiders.

Ipon returning to the Shield family, she was expected to be a kind and refined lady.

he made an effort to suppress her true nature and conform to the role of a gentle and dependent laughter to the Shield family.

However, she had now embraced her true self and refused to compromise to please others.

Mel, Carson didn’t mean any harm. Why are you treating him this way? He’s our brother…

After being pushed aside, Suzanna quickly went back to Carson and pleaded tearfully, but she didn’t notice. hat Gary was standing behind her.

The rebellious young man’s scrutinizing gaze fell upon Suzanna, who remained spirited as she returned to Carson despite being pushed away.

Gary’s expression darkened as he stood there in a state of perplexity.

He didn’t dare to meet Melody’s gaze.

Melody arched her brows and remarked aloofly, “Suzanna, you are mistaken. He’s your brother but not mine.”

To Melody, a brother was someone akin to Martin.

When she was humiliated or bullied, he would stand by her side and protect her against anyone who attacked her rather than subjecting her to public embarrassment!

Suzanna was helping Carson to his feet when the latter heard Melody’s hostile, icy statement. At once, Carson’s face darkened.

“Melody, remember what you just said. You may not acknowledge me, but I hold even less regard for a sister like you who is rude and overbearing! Don’t regret it.”

“Suzie, Gary, let’s go.”

Despite being provoked, Carson retained the sense not to create a scene at the auction.

As a prominent singer, causing a scene wouldn’t do him any good.

Moreover, it was his fault for inadvertently tossing the bank card and cutting Melody’s face.

Just as Carson was about to leave, he caught sight of Gary standing still, gazing vacantly at Melody as if he “had lost his soul.

Suzanna’s eyes reddened slightly. She grasped Gary’s hand and asked, “Gary, what’s the matter?”

“Both Carson and Lana are injured; let’s take them to the hospital first

Looking dazed, Gary suddenly turned to Suzanna and said. “You seem spirited today. Go ahead and bring them to the hospital on your own.”

Suzanna’s countenance turned pale instantly.

With trembling lips and reddened eyes, she muttered. “Gary, I’m just worried about Carson and Lana…

Frowning. Carson could not tolerate Gary’s aggressive stance towards Suzanna. He sternly remarked, “Gary, are you picking on Suzie for the sake of Melody? You should be well aware of Suzie’s condition. She can barely…

“If you have any sense, you should know who deserves your kindness!”

After reprimanding Gary, Carson turned and left.

Despite having two teeth knocked out, he endured the pain and brought Elana to the temporary medical room at the banquet.

He didn’t want to miss the auction that evening-

After Carson left, Gary quickly approached Melody, removed his suit jacket, and courteously handed it to her.

“Mel, you might catch a cold if your dress gets wet. Please wear my jacket.”

Melody glanced at him and replied, “No thanks. I find it filthy.”

The members of the Shield family had a special fondness for Suzanna, and they often carried her around as if her heart condition would be triggered if she walked on the ground.

They also allowed Suzanna to act spoiled in their arms.

Gary came with Suzanna, so his suit smelled like Suzanna’s unique and faint perfume….

With that, Melody left for the auction hall with Andrew

Their seats were toward the back.

From the back row, Melody could see Suzanna sitting next to Carson like a star.

The two sat side by side in the third row.

There was an empty seat next to Suzanna, presumably for Gary, who hadn’t taken his seat yet.

Many big shots attended the auction that night, so Carson must have made some arrangements to be able to sit in the third row.

“Melody, keep this card. You gained a million in investment just by putting up an act. I have to admit that you and Martin are really good at doing business.”

Andrew handed Melody Carson’s card, which he had picked up from the ground just now.

When he first saw Melody, he thought that such a beautiful and sophisticated woman couldn’t handle YM Capital.

But it turned out that Melody’s ability was beyond his imagination.

“I just held an olive branch it was all up to Suzanna whether to accept or not.

Melody took the card coldly but didn’t feel happy about the money.

Instead, she felt sorry for the stained Chanel red dress, which was a gift from Edward.

She should have cherished it, but she had to use it as a bargaining chip for cash.

For a moment, she missed Edward a little.

Finally, the auction officially began. As more exquisite collections were presented, the atmosphere in the venue reached its climax.

Chapter 26 An Invitation

Suzanna eyed several pieces of jewelry, all of which Carson bid on for her without hesitation. He also bid where on an item for Elana as a gesture of apology. However, his gaze kept drifting toward the back rous

Melody sat. He noticed she remained unmoved, as if uninterested in any of the auction items. A hint of disdain flickered in his eyes. To him, Melody was nothing more than an uncultured country bumpkin, incapable of recognizing the value of such exquisite items.

“The next item up for auction is an invitation to the Golden Financial Summit in Maycrest, with the bidding price starting at one hundred thousand.”

Maycrest’s annual Golden Financial Summit was a prestigious event in the global financial industry, attended by numerous listed companies–and–financial institutions. However, getting an invitation to this elite event was a rare privilege, especially for smaller companies. Despite the limited availability, one or two entry tickets were auctioned off each year. However, on this particular evening, most guests were prominent figures and had little interest in the invitation.

When the bidding reached three hundred fifty thousand, Melody made her move. Aware of the past price, she raised her auction number and declared, “Four hundred thousand.”

All eyes turned towards her, including Suzanna, who suddenly understood Melody’s purpose. Melody had possessed Timothy’s USB drive containing the financial plan, so Suzanna couldn’t fathom why she was interested in the invitation. Regardless of Melody’s intention, Suzanna was determined not to let Melody have it. She could always bestow upon Melody what she obtained herself, but Melody was only deserving of what she discarded.

“Carson, why does Mel also want an invitation to the financial summit?” Suzanna anxiously clutched Carson’s sleeve, her eyes filled with perplexity.

Carson instantly grew impatient. “Also? Must she compete against you for everything? She already stole the USB drive not only did she not learn her lesson, but she also wants to cause trouble again?”

Suzanna smiled up at Carson, “Please don’t blame Mèl. Perhaps she simply wishes to contribute to Tim’s company. She studies finance as well; maybe she can shine at the summit.”

Carson’s expression turned ghastly. “She’s nothing but a thief. She’s not qualified to attend the summit.”

In his eyes, Melody not only caused trouble in school but was also uncouth. Allowing her to attend such an upscale event would only bring disgrace to the Shield family and potentially cause trouble for Timothy. Determined to prevent this, Carson raised his bidding card and declared, “Five hundred thousand.”

Melody furrowed her brows. In her previous life, the person who bid five hundred thousand for the invitation was certainly not Carson. It seemed her rebirth had triggered a chain reaction.

Andrew’s expression soured as well. He glanced at Melody and inquired, “Are you gonna continue? If you’re confident about the summit, I can increase the budget to a million.”

Andrew remained composed, displaying his great trust in Melody. Her sharp wit and astute tactics reminded him of Martin. She was truly the sister Martin had personally raised.

Melody gritted her teeth. It wasn’t about the money, but she was disgusted by Carson’s actions. “Five hundred ten thousand.”

“Six hundred thousand.” Carson followed.

With each additional ten thousand Melody added, Carson rounded it up to the next hundred thousand. They engaged in fierce competition until Carson finally made a bold move. “One million!”

This time, Melody chose not to follow suit, as it would only result in a loss for her. She gazed at Carson, who was bewildered, realizing he had spent a million to acquire an invitation that held no value for him.

“C–Carson, this is too expensive!”

Suzanna was dumbfounded. Carson had just spent a million on a similar invitation that Timothy already owned. How ridiculous!

Nonetheless, Suzanna would fight over whatever Melody desired. When the host handed the invitation card to her, she wore a surprised and shy expression.

Carson glanced at Suzanna and forced a smile. “Suzie, it’s worth it as long as you’re happy!”

But deep down, he felt uneasy. It appeared like a deliberate setup, yet he couldn’t express his bitterness.

In the hall on the second floor, Edward’s cold gaze fell on Melody’s slightly disappointed expression. He had the urge to comfort her.

Holding the five invitation cards sent to him by the organizers, he felt his heart squeezed. His brows furrowed as he said in a deep voice, “Bernard, pass these cards to Melody after the auction.”

Suzanna had her brother’s support, but Melody, you have my support! You don’t have to envy anyone. Whatever you desire, I will give them to you. As long as you behave… and cure my illness!

Meanwhile, Bernard was rendered speechless. If only Mr. Moore had revealed his true intention toward Ms. Tucker.

Chapter 27 She Wants Everything.