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07

The clock shows four o'clock in the afternoon. Claia finally got off the train and walked to Diora's house. How surprised she was when she saw Diora's house. She could not believe that the house was Diora's house. Even though this girl is rich, how can her house be that big and luxurious?

“No way,” Claia thought. “Is this a house or a palace? If I go to the wrong house, I won't be jailed, right? How about this?" thought Claia.

The memories that appeared in her head indicated that the house in front of him was Diora's house. As before, when being chased by Diora's friends, Claia was oblivious to her surroundings such as the shops on the side of the road, and the tall buildings, she only noticed when she hid behind a trash can. This time too, because she was surprised by the mansion where Diora lived, she didn't notice Noah's presence in front of Diora's house but on the far right.

It was only when Noah approached Diora that Claia realized it. Instantly the happy look on Claia's face turned to anger. That guy should still be going around the airport with Jethro to look for him but why is he already here?

"From where?" asked Noah coldly.

Claia felt like she was being interrogated.

Claia glanced at this boy's uniform in the name section. Noah Angra. Suddenly, Claia's eyes widened. So this guy's name is Noah. Claia couldn't stop thinking about this guy and Diora. The two of them get along well with Jethro but play behind him.

"It's none of your business where I come from. Besides, why do you all keep looking for me?" Claia asked fiercely.

"Hah? Why do you think this is so strange? Of course because you already have an appointment with me, right?!” Noah insisted.

Claia shook her head. "No. I canceled the promise. Alone in your house alone? I can't believe you won't touch me."

"Hah? Ha ha ha ha!"

Noah burst out laughing. Is it true that in front of him is Diora? His accent wasn't like his, let alone his words.

"But isn't it every time I touch you, you never refuse."

"What? Is it true?"

Why was this girl surprised? Has she forgotten all the memories with him? Thinking about it, since waking up, Diora seemed to have lost her memory.

"You seem to have lost your memory. Am I wrong?" asked Noah.

"I'm fine. It's just that, from this moment on, I repent. And you all have to get away from me!” Claia insisted.

Maybe if Diora turns into a good girl, her friends will too. However, Claia still felt that she didn't want to be near them. Diora alone has become a burden to him. She would never forget that pain.

“I hate this body so much!” Claia whispered. “I hate it so much I want revenge. Likewise for you. It doesn't matter if I will be considered no different from you, even more cruel than you bullies."

"I don't understand," said Noah. He watched Diora closely. For the first time, he saw Diora wearing an expression of pain.

From the start, the girl was nicknamed crazy. She hardly ever smiles, often looks depressed, and has a lot of problems, but as far as she goes, he still knows nothing about her. The girl is very secretive. Or rather managed to hide her pain well.

"Why think about those who hurt you? Even though you said that if you keep doing that, you won't be happy. Focus on those who love you and want to make you happy. I promised that, right?"

Noah approached Claia and took one of her hands then kissed it. Before he could kiss him, Claia had already grabbed her hand and then pushed Noah to the ground.

“Disgusting,” Claia snapped.

Claia started to panic when she found Noah's annoyed expression. He ran to Diora's house. Once inside, he found a security guard. The security guard immediately greeted him.

Claia didn't say anything and entered the house.

If Noah didn't come and disturb her, Claia didn't know when she would enter Diora's house. She was worried when she saw the security guard earlier. What if this house wasn't Diora's house and she was reprimanded? But the security guard called her Miss and looked familiar. That means this house is Diora's house, right?

Entering a house this big feels very foreign. This house is not her residence. Diora was very different from him. Wealthy, popular, handsome boys around her, and beautiful. The girl doesn't seem to have any flaws.

Claia felt she was incomparable to Diora.

"Like living in a fairy tale," Claia thought. "No. I shouldn't be jealous. Even if she had it all, that trait could have destroyed her."

Claia looked up. From the front of the house, she could already guess that the contents of Diora's house were no less luxurious than the appearance of her house. Golden lamps hung everywhere, luxurious items were also everywhere. This house is like a palace. Claia kept telling herself that she still thought that she was still dreaming right now.

"Does Diora live with her grandparents too? Uncle and aunt must also live here right?" she thought.

"Miss. Miss is home already?"

Claia turned to a woman roughly around 30 years old. The woman, when she met Claia's eyes, lowered her head.

Claia could guess who the woman was from the memories popping up in her head. There were no maids in her house so she felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Uh..yes. Where are my parents?" she asked.

"She's still working. Why don't you come home in the afternoon."

"What time do I usually get home?" she asked.

The woman was surprised by the question expressed by her employer. "Miss usually doesn't even come home. Especially on a Saturday night."

"What?" Claia was surprised.

So all this time, Diora slept at whose house? Is she sleeping in a hotel? She's very rich so she probably has another house somewhere else and sleeps there. However, based on Noah's words earlier, she suspects that Diora often sleeps at Noah's or other boys' houses.

"From now on I will go straight home after school," Claia said.

"Okay miss. Then I'll prepare the meal first."

The woman asked permission to go into the kitchen. Claia nodded. Then she explored Diora's house again. Her eyes couldn't stop sparkling in awe. Home ornaments are everywhere and are made of gold.

"Very beautiful. One day, will I be able to have a house like this?" thought Claia.

Claia accidentally saw some photos on a table, she came closer. The first photo is of a baby being held by a man. It looked like they were son and father. But her dad looks so young. He is also very handsome. Claia thought was this a photo of Diora and her father? Then the second photo looks like a small family. A man and a woman stand opposite each other and a girl stands in the middle in front of them. Claia watched this girl's face and then looked for similarities with Diora's face.

"Similar. This child must be Diora and they are her parents. Even her parents are so beautiful and handsome, no wonder their child is no less charming," Claia muttered.

Then the last photo, a girl holding a trophy. She was wearing what Claia thought was a middle school uniform. Even though she looked like she had won a competition, the girl didn't smile at all.

"This... Diora's expression all along," Claia whispered.

Claia immediately left in front of the photos. She looked towards the stairs. "Can I go up?" She thought. Curious as to what was up there, she climbed the stairs. She barely ever entered the second floor of the house.

Upstairs there are several rooms and the atmosphere is not much different from the downstairs. It also smells very nice and refreshing. Claia felt calmer. Suddenly her eyes accidentally caught the swimming pool.

"Wow, there's a pool too," Claia said. "Diora is very nice. She doesn't have to go swimming because she has a swimming pool at home."

Several memories popped up in her head again. Claia looked back and noticed a closed room. Based on this memory, the room was Diora's.

"I'm hesitant to go in, but that's fine right?" she thought. Finally, she still approached Diora's room after thinking several times. Although closed, but not locked.

Claia was finally in Diora's room which was so extraordinary, neat, clean, fragrant, and very beautiful. She smiled happily when she saw the many books on the shelf. She immediately ran there.

"Wow, it turns out that Diora likes to read fantasy genre books, doesn't she?" she whispered.

Claia took one of the books and put it back. "Oh yeah, the book I bought was left downstairs. I'll take it then arrange it here with the other books."

When Claia was about to go down again, her eyes accidentally caught a photo on the nightstand. This time it's not a family photo but a photo of Diora and her friends. She immediately stopped walking. She took the photo.

"Are these Diora's friends? Despite their nature of hurting others, they can have fun like this, right?"

Claia watched the faces in the photo one by one.

"Sometimes I feel like I want to get back at Tiara and her friends. I've done many things but in the end, it was useless. If I return to my original body and nothing changes after that..."

Claia narrowed her eyes. "I want revenge."

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