Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker novel Chapter 26

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“Ulric?” Melody had to fight the urge to curl her lip in disgust. Thankfully, she managed to keep her emotions in check, digging her nails into her thighs to tamp down the seething hatred boiling inside her. 

Melody scoffed at the very idea that Ulric could be a good husband, 

As if a man who had brought his wife to the hospital, only to stand by and watch as his lover ripped out her heart, could ever be considered a good husband. And a husband who never truly loved his wife, only using her as a pawn–Melody could hardly stomach the thought. Ulric being a good husband was the biggest joke she’d heard in her entire life and she’d lived through two lifetimes. 

Melody could feel the fury raging within her, a wildfire threatening to consume her from the inside out. 

“What’s the matter, Melody? Are you feeling alright?” 

Melody gave a curt nod. “Yeah, kind of.” She knew she needed to take a moment to collect herself before facing Ulric. 

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“Grandma, would you mind asking the Swansons to set me up with a room so I can rest for a bit?” she requested calmly. 

Unaware of Melody’s true turmoil and assuming she simply wasn’t feeling well, Maria nodded quickly. “Of course, just give me a minute to go make those arrangements.” 

Little did Melody know, a silent threat was quietly looming. 

Given that Maria and Margaret were close friends, the Swanson servants promptly set up a guest room on the second floor for Melody to 

retreat to. 

Alone in the room, Melody finally let out a heavy sigh. She’d thought she was prepared to face Ulric and the others, but even Marla’s praise of him had very nearly undone her. 

The room was deathly quiet as Melody’s thoughts raced. Before long, she found herself drifting off into an uneasy sleep. 

But she was suddenly jolted awake by snatches of conversation in the distance. 

“As long as you claim her as your own today, I’ll promise you anything,” a woman whispered. 

“You serious?” asked a 

“Yes! Don’t worry, I’ve already cleared everyone e out of this floor. No one will notice,” the woman replied. 

Melody blearily recognized the voice a Mabel’s. Melody’s eyes snapped open, only to see a man locking her room door. 

In the same moment, a peculiar fragrance filled the air. Melody’s medical expertise gave her an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and she instantly recognized the delicate, almost floral scent–it was some kind of drug meant to knock people out. 

Frantically, Melody tried to rise, only to discover her hands were bound to the bedposts. She was completely immobilized. 

Panic set in as Melody strained against the bindings trapping her wrists to the bed. She glared daggers at the guy, desperately trying to get her hands free. 

“Who the hell are you?” Melody spat in a frigid tone. “What do you now. Otherwise, you’re gonna regret this big time.” 

think you’re doing? if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me go right 

“Heh, you’re a quick one to wake up,” t 

the man scoffed as he turned around, revealing a face packmarked with scars. 

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Chapter 26 

Melody’s blood instantly ran cold as she recognized him- this was the same man who had accused her of having a fake Snowblossom that day she returned home. His name was Barclay Lawrence, and he’d been obsessed with Mabel, though Mabel clearly wanted nothing to do 

with him. 

“Piecing together the conversation she’d overheard, a rush of urgency gripped Melody’s heart. Whatever Barclay and Mabel were planning, she knew it couldn’t be good. 

Barclay approached the bed as his gaze swept over Melody, appraising her from head to toe with a look of disdain. 

While he found her facial features extremely ugly, he couldn’t help but notice her slender, delicate figure, which far surpassed even Mabel’s alluring form. What a pity her face was so unpleasant 

Still, Barclay held onto the hope that if he could just humiliate Melody, Mabel might finally agree to consider a relationship with him. Determination reignited within him at the thought. 

After all, no matter how unappealing Melody’s face, a figure this beautiful was still a prize worth having, Barclay consciously averted his gaze from Melody’s face, and he felt an overwhelming urge to have his way with her. The temptation clawed at him, no matter how hard he tried to 

ignore it. 

Barclay steeled himself and approached Melody with determination. 

“Melody, be a good girl, and I’ll go easy on you,” he sneered.