New charge.

After this sentence that I would describe as intriguing, I got up deciding to go and rest.

This day was very trying psychologically for me so it is better to take the time to sleep well. Then I could think about all this and hope to find a solution to it.

It's in my interest because even if my father seems nicer to me, I must not forget that the other people in this house only want one thing: to get rid of me no matter how.

If I consider the fact that my father now seems to have affection for me, I must not forget that the subject of marriage to Count De Solsten should not be neglected.

No one can predict someone's thoughts and intentions even if that person seems good and committed to your cause: I mean that asshole John who did not hesitate to use me after expressing some sympathy. All this to stab me in the back.

It's true, it warms my heart to feel this paternal love, but I must remain on my guard in order not to be hurt again.

I sighed to my thoughts as I followed my father down the hall, I looked up at his figure before me and felt a twinge in my heart: please, you who gave birth to Mylène. Don't betray me, even if I don't seem like it, I've always wanted to be loved, only for once in my life.

We arrived in front of the entrance hall and at the same time the large doors were opening; Karl and the others entered with livid faces, they looked like the living dead.

Karl and Edward had ashen faces as the duchess tried to calm her daughter who had been crying in her arms.

I winced at this situation and decided that I had better things to do than go to sleep, signaling to the servants to drop Fancy off in her room. I had to know what was going on at all costs, who knows, it could be useful to me in this house which looks more like a battlefield.

I turned to them trying to decipher the faces and emotions of these people with whom I will have fun and torture as much as they will piss me off.

Judging by Gabrielle's face, it must have had something to do with Frederik, and if Karl and Edward were so touched, that birthday party must have turned into a huge mess... It was at that moment alone that I would have liked to attend this birthday party.

Damn, how to miss a great opportunity to have fun. It must have been a mess.

Gabrielle looked up at me and her jaw clenched as I realized that indeed Frederik must have done something to do with me and now the poor thing is mad at me.. what a tragedy.

"What are you still doing here?"

Karl's execrable voice took us out of our visual battle and I looked at him, glancing at him with an undisguised disdain.

"It's my house, I walk there as and when I want."

What a stupid question frankly, to believe that when he came back from this damn party, he hoped that I would have disappeared as if by magic. Is he dumb or what?

I raised an eyebrow in mockery at Karl's scowl, he was already pissed that he was almost fuming, but I won't let him rest because it excites me far too much to be able to put his narrow, narrow mind in the mess, I like to put him out of control.

In Karl's mind, he couldn't imagine how such a person could exist and that it was his sister, even if he didn't consider her that way, it made him sick.

This party became a fiasco and this filthy matricide had something to do with this situation.

It was still and always Mylène's fault, when there was a tragedy or a drama, it was her fault. She's been a jinx since birth and he wants only one thing, to have the opportunity to rip her arrogant head off.

I kept my eyes wide with innocence even though deep down, one could see fun dancing inside my eyes at so much hatred and frustration that couldn't be expressed because I didn't do anything.

I wasn't even at that birthday banquet, and worse, I wouldn't know what happened there.

It was a good point for me.

"Dirty damn girl, what have you done?"

I rolled my eyes before looking surprised and even hurt.

But if there was one person who didn't fall into this game, it was Edward. He wasn't stupid, he could see how much Mylène was making fun of them.

"I'm afraid I don't understand stepmother, what have I done to deserve so many insults...I'm ashamed."

I did everything to look upset as I said it and soon the duke who was already fed up with all these outbursts intervened clearing his throat.

" Father …"

The four of them greeted him politely, having finally noticed his presence as I sat down on the steps of the stairs. How could they ignore this scary man? He has a certain overwhelming presence, frankly, unless their hatred for me drives them crazy.

"What's going on here? And I'd like to know the reason for such a fuss so late at night...and can I know why she's crying?"

Gabrielle jumped, it was the first time the duke had spoken to her in this way, so cold and distant. Indeed, he was never a warm person but at least before, he called her by her first name not just that vulgar "her" he used while giving her a look of disdain.

She had already noticed it but he was already getting closer to Mylène and the more he did, the more he treated her like a stranger in this house. She had to do something otherwise she would lose her place as lady of this house, and take back control.

"Father...it's Frederik...tonight…"