Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker

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 NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

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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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. 

However, the moment that Barclay pounced at her, Melody reared back and laid into him with a downright vicious kick right to the gut. 

Wham! The impact was brutal. Melody really put her whole body into that shot, and it dropped Barclay like a ton of bricks. The guy let out a yelp of pain as he hit the ground, his body totally drenched in sweat. 

With an ice–cold stare, Melody looked down at the helpless Barclay sprawled out at her feet. “Scram, you little punk!” she spat. 

Barclay’s went scarlet with fury after he heard Melody’s mocking words. He hauled himself up off the ground, let out a venomous spit, and then fired back at her with pure venom dripping from every word. “You think you’re so damn special, don’t you? Consider yourself lucky even bothered lookin‘ your way, you ugly witch! How dare you kick me like that? Don’t you dare try to blame me for getting a little rough with your sorry ass!” 

rlegs to ro 

Driven by that white–hot fury, he lunged at Melody, sitting on her legs to restrain her. Then, with his big, meaty paws, he wound up and delivered a brutal, stinging slap right across her cheek. “You shameless bitch, I’ll show you what it means to face a real man!” he snarled, pure venom dripping from his words. 

Melody could feel the fiery pain radiating from her cheek where he struck her. But Barclay didn’t stop there – he forcefully gripped her jaw and leaned in, planting a forceful, unwanted kiss on her neck, 

“Fuck off” Melody shouted. She Melody attempted to turn her head away to avoid Barclay’s advances, but the effects of the drug and the restraints on her feet rendered her powerless. 

She struggled desperately, akin to a fish on a chopping board making its final, futile attempts at escape. 

“Let go of me! Get lost…” she struggled, refusing to let herself be defiled by Barclay. 

Meanwhile, outside in the corridor, Mabel beard the commotion from behind a closed door. With a cold smirk, she turned away, showing no sympathy. 

Just wait, she thought spitefully. “Soon, Melody will become such a scandalous disgrace, she’ll be cast aside by Silverlake!‘ 

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