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Nathalia's POV
Mama Lena just finished wiping my body—well, I mean Nathalia's body!
I asked her a favor earlier to get me a book from the library. I only found out recently that this is a Lady Marleigh's mansion Nathalia's mom—had a library. But Mama Lena forbade me, saying I still needed rest. I told her I was fine and not in pain. I kept pestering her to do what I asked.
"Princess, you don't understand what you're asking for. You should be reading children's stories! What you're asking for is for adults," she scolded me. Just because I'm three years old now doesn't mean I can't read adult books!
"Nah, Mama Lena, pwease," I pleaded, nudging her. She just stared at me for a moment. I gave her my sweetest smile, all the way up to my eyebrows. Damn, I looked creepy.
"No! That's my final answer, Princess. I need to go now, I'll leave you here," she said. My smile immediately disappeared and I frowned at her response. I rolled my eyes at her behind her back.
"Okay." I lay back down on the bed and turned to my side. I closed my eyes to think. How are they now? What are they doing? And him—what was his reaction when he found out I died in my real world?
He probably felt happy. No more third wheel in their relationship. Ugh! He even tried to hide it, what a jerk. My tears started falling. You know that feeling, when you loved someone more than yourself, and they just cheated on you? Hmp! There's really no such thing as forever! I don't want to be in a relationship anymore if it's just going to end in heartbreak. I don't want to waste my time on love again. One heartbreak is enough.
I wiped away my tears. He doesn't deserve my tears—never again! From this day forward, I'll forget about him. Fvck you, Jonas! You bastard!
I heard footsteps moving away from me, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. Mama Lena left? I opened my eyes and sat up on the bed. I can't just sit here knowing nothing about this world. I want to understand the world I'm living in, this country I'm in.
Because I'm small, I held onto something to help me get off the bed. I looked around Nathalia's whole room. There were three doors: one that led outside the room, another to the bathroom, and the third one? Without hesitation, I went to the third door. I pushed it, but it was closed. I couldn't reach the doorknob because I was too small.
So I looked for a chair. I saw the chair Mila had used earlier. I dragged and pushed it—it was kind of heavy. I positioned it in front of the third door and looked for something to step on to help me climb up.
I managed to get on safely. I dusted off Nathalia's tiny hands and turned the doorknob, then got down from the chair. What greeted me were luxurious clothes adorned with diamonds and other fancy decorations. They looked cute, but not my style. I preferred jeans, oversized t-shirts, polos, sneakers, hats—ugh, I missed my collection.
Then I saw a black cloak on a mannequin, along with a black turtleneck top, leggings, and boots. I got excited because those were exactly my style, but sadly they were too big for me now. I also saw a huge treasure chest, but I couldn't open it because it had a lock.
What could be inside that treasure chest? It was so big, maybe it contained gold or expensive jewelry. I covered my mouth. There you go again, Carmella! Whenever it's about money or gold or jewelry, you drool like a puppy.
I really like money! Why? Simple—there's no happiness without money! You can't shop for groceries without money; you can't eat at a restaurant without money. Right?! That's why I super, super, really love money. Something caught my attention.
I saw a piece of paper stuck under the treasure chest. The paper was light brown. I took it and unfolded it.
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Dear My Daughter, Nathalia Marcella Lillia Marleigh,
I know you're curious about what's inside the treasure chest, my child. It's my gift to you on your 18th birthday. The contents of the treasure chest are a secret! Shush!
Here's a hint—you'll need a key!
I facepalmed after reading the letter. One thing I noticed—Nathalia's mother is a bit quirky. How did I know it was her mother? It was obvious from the handwriting that a woman wrote it. Of course, I need a key to open the chest, but where is it?
I read the next part of the letter.
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Where do you think the key is?
I bit my lip. Why are you asking me that, tsk!
Here's the second hint—it's inside the Marleigh Mansion.
The key to the treasure chest is inside the Marleigh Mansion...
I know you can't just enter freely, child. I know your father placed you here, and it's for your own good. So please, don't be upset with him.
For Nathalia? Are you sure? If it's really for her, then why did they need to hide her and pretend she was dead? But she's not!
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I know you don't understand yet, child...
Here's the last hint! Hehe... The key is in the thing I've treasured most my whole life.
Because it symbolizes my love—for you.
The second hint is already difficult, and now the third one is about something symbolic and well-protected?
I got chills reading the letter. But it's not the right time to go looking for that key—I'm too young for that right now. I still need to learn more about this world and everything in it. Wait a minute... I'm the protagonist, right? Nathalia is the main character in this story, or is this a novel from a website?
Geez... I've read so many reincarnation stories—so which one did I end up in? I held my head. If Nathalia is the protagonist, that means her life won't be easy, right? I'm not sure. But I need to be ready for whatever happens, because Nathalia's fate is now my enemy.
I stepped out and closed the door behind me. I decided to sneak out and head to the library. I approached the bedroom door—good, it was slightly ajar. I peeked out—left, right. Coast clear! But before I left, I needed to make it look like I was still sleeping. They can't find out that Nathalia escaped!
I looked for a pillow. I couldn't use the one I slept on—they'd know. After a few minutes, I found one, placed it in the middle of the bed, and covered it with the blanket. Mission completed!
I got off the bed again and quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. Then I searched for the library. I was amazed by the hallway and walked toward the large window. All I saw were trees—nothing else. I ignored the view outside.
I just realized there were many rooms on the second floor. I counted twelve—not even including my room! I also saw stairs leading to the third floor. Of course there is, Carmella! It's a mansion! Don't be dumb!
I climbed up to the third floor. At the end of the hallway was a large double door. Curious, I walked toward it. Good, no guards. I realized I hadn't seen a single servant around! Were Lena and Mila the only ones here?
I pushed the doors open and stepped inside. The room looked like an office—very spacious and bright, thanks to the uncovered windows. I walked over to the desk—there was a computer and a picture frame of a woman with brown hair and green eyes. She looked like Nathalia, even though their hair and eye colors were different! I climbed onto the swivel chair and grabbed the frame. I checked the back: Lady Marleigh. I was right—Nathalia's mom. She was stunning.
She looked like a goddess from mythology. If the mother is beautiful, then the daughter must be beautiful too! Which means I'm beautiful now, since my soul's in Nathalia's body? Hahaha. Geez, you narcissist.
I put down the picture frame and went to the couch. There were two single couches across from me and a big flat-screen TV in front. I checked if it was plugged in. I didn't want to get down—it was hard since I was small. I grabbed the remote beside me and turned the TV on.
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["Chaos erupted at Lord Wen's birthday party. Many died and were injured in the tragedy."]
"Tsk, shetshow—tsk, seriously." I crossed my arms. I didn't change the channel—I was interested in the news.
["According to survivors, a fight broke out between two families over the inheritance left by their grandfather!"]
I laughed at the news. Seriously? People died and were injured because of a fight over inheritance? They're crazy. If it was about wealth, they should've just secretly killed each other.
You're such a witch, Carmella. Hahaha!
["Did any members of the two families die?—sadly, yes. Lord Wen and his entire family died, along with the disappearance of his entire bank fortune. The Wen family's entire wealth is gone..."]
People really will do anything for money.