Melody's POV
“Melody, remember, things won’t end so easily.”
And he was right. The consequences came quicker than I expected. That very night, Marcus gathered every doctor in the syndicate to treat Judy. He threatened them with their own lives, demanding not a single scar remain on her pretty face.
By the time the news reached me, I was at the aquarium, feeding the sharks.
I clicked my tongue. “Been a while since you’ve had meat, huh? Getting cranky, little one?”
I sprinkled food into the water, my voice calm and coaxing. “Don’t worry. I'll feed you well soon.”
His face tight with anger, Samuel Woolery draped a coat over my shoulders. “Sir’s gone too far this time. It’s the first time he’s turned against you over some woman. If it weren’t for your support, the syndicate never would’ve landed in his hands.”
I shook my head, laughing under my breath. “She’s just a toy. If he wants to make a scene, let him. When he’s done, I’ll clean up his corpse.”
I tapped a finger against Samuel’s mouth, displeased. “Remember, there’s no syndicate anymore. We’re a legitimate company now.”
I turned back to the tank, eyes on the exotic fish Marcus had been raising. “Pour them in. Useless things don’t need to stay.”
Over a hundred small fish scattered desperately, but none of them escaped the shark’s bloody jaws. I watched, amused, and snapped a picture. Then I sent it straight to Marcus.
“Fun, right? Just not enough of them. Next time, raise more.”
Marcus didn't reply, but a video call came through. I answered it, and Judy’s smug face filled the screen.
“What’s wrong? Disappointed to see me?” she asked sweetly. “Too bad. Not only did Marcus not abandon me after you ruined my face, but he also promised he wouldn’t let you off easy. He’s already gathered your doctors. Funny, isn’t it? I heard you need injections every night just to sleep. Wonder if you’ll get any rest tonight.”
She leaned closer, deliberately flashing the bite marks on her chest. Her tone dripped with mockery. “Melody, you’re filthy. So filthy it makes people sick. But me? I’m different. My hands aren’t stained with blood.”
I tilted my lips into a smile. “Is that so? What a pity. Clean people don’t last long in the Stokes.”
After saying that, I hung up.
A moment later, Samuel walked in with a folder. “Miss, I found what you asked for. It’ll be at tomorrow night’s auction.”
Finally, some good news. “Eight years I’ve waited. It’s about time. Prepare fifty billion. Tomorrow, I’m bringing it home.”
The next night at the auction, I ran into Marcus and Judy. She clung to his arm, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Miss Fairbank, what a coincidence. Something you like here tonight, too? But Marcus said everything tonight belongs to me as compensation.”
I caught the way he patted her hand, reassuring her. “Yes. That’s what I said. Last time, you went too far. Consider this my way of making peace. So, don't interfere, Melody.”
I almost laughed. When I killed dozens of his enemies who broke into his house, he only praised me for doing a good job. But now, because of Judy, why was he treating me like a nuisance?
I looked at him, my voice soft. “Didn’t you see the photos I sent last night? Guess not. Otherwise, how would you have the mood to come out tonight?”
Marcus' face froze, then turned sharply to Judy.
The latter stammered for a while before stutteringly confessing, “She sent… pictures... of fish being eaten. I didn’t think it was important, so I deleted them for you.”
Marcus’s breath grew heavy. “Who told you to make that decision?”
But the moment her tears fell, his scolding words caught in his throat.
