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Except for the fact that Melody had been a hopeless romantic. I opened the next drawer this one was filled with papers, my fingers sifting through neatly stacked bundles of letters. Most of it was ordinary—letters from neighboring packs, invitations to social gatherings—but one letter caught my eye. It was addressed to Melody, the handwriting bold and angular. I unfolded it carefully, my eyes running through the contents. ……………. Lady Melody, I trust this letter finds you well. I wanted to express my gratitude for your patience regarding our arrangement. I know this union will strengthen both our packs, and I am confident we will make a formidable team. I look forward to meeting you properly

I leaned back in my chair, “Claudia, what did she say?” He chuckled, “she’s demanding to see you and only talk to you,” he shrugged, “she did say that she hoped that whatever Carrie was doing that she finished the job before you got to her,” he bit his bottom lip, “she wants Luna Melody dead.” My office door swung open, and Melody walked in, wearing a pair of tight jeans and one of my t-shirts that she tied around her waist, she rubbed her hands together and smiled brightly, “I want to see Claudia.”

"Mr. Jackman, Ms. Sinclair is waiting for you in the conference room with her daughter." When Lucy walked in holding Melody's hand, she found Micah lost in thought over a spreadsheet on his computer. Five-year-old Melody was wearing the same white tulle dress Anna had worn on her birthday. She spoke in a sweet, childish voice. "Mr. Jackman, I just learned the 'Moonlight Lake.'" Music flowed from the grand piano in the conference room. Micah watched the child's flying fingers and suddenly stood up. At a certain modulation, Melody's fingering somehow overlapped with the rhythm Anna had tapped out on bottle caps on that park bench when she was seven.

“You can’t keep carrying this alone. He has a right to know, Selina, good or bad.” I nodded faintly. “I’ll tell him soon. I just… need to be sure he’s ready to hear it.” After a moment, Melody sighed and stretched. “Fine, I’ll shut up. Bathroom break.” As she left, her phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up, revealing a message from Lando. Lando: See you tomorrow. I blinked. Tomorrow? I didn’t even know they were in touch. When Melody came back, drying her hands on a towel, I tried to act casual. “So… you and Lando,” I said, pretending to scroll through my own phone. “You’ve been talking?”

Harlan's words certainly caught Melody off guard—if Harlan exposed her right then, every effort she made to disguise her identity would all go to waste! Moreover, Christopher appeared to be all ears. He was actually interested in finding out who Melody really was and was capable of turning into a completely different person after their divorce! As such, Melody promptly shot a look at Luna, who instantly deciphered her best friend's distress signal thanks to the years spent with each other. Just then, Harlan slowly began, "Mr. Bolton, the lady you see her is Nolan Enterprise's—"

He strode as if he were immortal, bigger than life, king of the world. "Damian!" I fought to reach him, notebook held in front of me, and my voice exploded out of my body. "Just a minute, please!" I got so close to him. So close. His manager and a guard stood in my way, his face twisted in distaste as he skirted around me. He spoke tactfully, "You need to stop making a fool of yourself." I pleaded, "I just want to talk to him." "Please. I write my music. Every lyric, every note is mine. You have to believe in me. Whoever called you is a liar, they… I do not know why they are doing this but I swear to you I am not a fraud.”

Meanwhile, Jane leaned into his embrace, her smile sweet and brilliant. With a click, the shutter sounded, and my vision blurred as tears welled up without warning. Jane took the camera, scrolling through the photos with satisfaction, completely unaware of my emotional turmoil. Evan, however, stepped closer to me, his voice a low rumble, "Why are you putting on that pathetic act, Melody? You didn't seem so sentimental when you threw me away like trash." I forced my tears back, lifted my head, and forced out a smile. "Aren't you overthinking things, Mr. Grey? We were incompatible, so let's not be dramatic about it, alright? I, for one, have never regretted breaking up with you."

Raised mostly by nannies, Melody had developed a tomboyish personality, often shielding herself like a hedgehog when facing others. Lily remembered once asking her, "Melody, why are you always at odds with me?" Melody had replied, "Nothing much. I just can't stand your happy demeanor. It's irritating." Thinking about this made Lily feel a pang of sadness. She instinctively touched her belly, her decision now affecting not just her own life but her child's future as well. Suddenly, the air in the piano room was filled with the elegant and moving sound of a piano. Lily turned around in surprise to find Julian Sterling sitting at a nearby piano, playing "TRY."