One day, news spread through the village that the prince had returned home from overseas. He had heard stories about a young woman in the village who helped people without pride, who changed lives quietly. Curious, the prince asked to meet her.
When Joy was told, she was shocked and scared. But from the first day they met, something gentle happened between them. There was no pride, no force—only peace. They talked like two people who had known each other for a long time.
The prince admired her kindness and wisdom. Joy admired his humility and calm spirit.
From that first meeting, love grew naturally between them.
Just days into their friendship, the prince spoke clearly.
“Joy, I have seen many women, but I have never seen a heart like yours. Will you marry me?”
Joy’s eyes filled with tears—not tears of fear, but of gratitude.
She nodded with a smile. “Yes. I will marry you.”
But far away, Tracy heard the news.
The moment she heard that Joy was going to marry the prince, anger entered her like poison.
“Joy again?” she shouted. “She always gets the best things. Who the hell is she? That prince is mine.”
Her heart burned with jealousy. “She took money. She took respect. Now she wants to take my man too.”
Blinded by hatred, she went to a native doctor deep in the bush. She told him everything and demanded a charm to destroy Joy.
The man looked at her carefully and said, “This path is dangerous. If you take this charm, don’t look back. Even if someone calls your name, don’t turn. If you do, your life will change forever.”
Tracy nodded quickly. “I won’t look back. Just give it to me.”
The man gave her the charm, and Tracy left with her heart full of darkness.
As she walked through the bush path, fear and excitement mixed inside her. Suddenly, she heard a male voice behind her.
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