Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 4

Chapter 4 Who Gave You The Right

Liam cast a glance at Ophelia, his curiosity piqued. 'Wasn't she supposed to be some poor girl who grew up in the slums for the first twenty years of her life?' he thought.

But there she stood, a confident smile lighting up her face-no trace of fear, no defensiveness. If anything, she had this effortless grace about her, something wild yet undeniably elegant. With her striking features and radiant eyes, Liam couldn't help but think she and Kenneth made quite the pair.

He led her up to a spacious guest room on the second floor. "Miss Hastings-"

"My name is Ophelia Spencer, actually. Just Ophelia, please," she corrected him gently but firmly.

Liam smiled, bowing his head slightly in respect. "Miss Ophelia, of course. You'll be staying in this room for now. Mr. Kenneth rarely stays here."

With a nod of recognition, she entered the room alone. She'd almost forgotten-during her last life, she hadn't even met Kenneth until a month after her arrival.

The room was massive, with a walk-in closet five times larger than the room she'd stayed at Hastings Villa.

She moved toward the ornate floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the sea of city lights that shimmered like stars below. In the courtyard, clusters of roses swayed gently in the evening breeze, their soft pink petals catching the dim lights. The scene was almost too romantic to be real, a stark contrast to the coldness she felt inside.

The last time she had looked out on this view, she'd been a different woman-hopeful, naive. But not this time. Not in this life.

Ophelia wouldn't waste her second chance. She wouldn't let Kenneth down this time.

After a long, hot shower, she sank into the oversized bathtub, letting the heat relax her muscles as she began to map out the plan for the next five years. So much had happened, so much was yet to come.

since she had felt the comfort of such a luxurious bath. Slowly, her mind began to drift, and she fell asleep right there in the

Ophelia's dream shifted to something

breathe, fighting against the pressure, her chest tightening

silhouette against the dark, moving toward her with deliberate, calm strides. The edges of the vision sharpened, and then she saw him. It

from the cold washed over her

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and cheerful. She was lying in the middle of a plush bed, the soft fabric of a white bathrobe enveloping her like a gentle cloud. Her confusion

maids, entered the room, knocking politely before asking, "Miss Ophelia, you're awake. You fell asleep in the tub last night, and I carried you

at all, Miss Ophelia. Breakfast is ready

at the time, shrugged off the strangeness, and headed

had passed at Rosewood Manor and she still hadn't seen

evening, feeling restless, she decided to run along the winding paths that encircled the villa. The rhythmic sound of

you. Split it 70-30 and transfer the money to my account," she

ready for dinner, a cluster of maids were standing in the kitchen, whispering

at Ophelia, her voice dripping with disdain as she muttered, "What's there to be scared of? She's just here to play wife for show. "Mr. Kenneth hasn't even

wasn't around, often lounging in the living room and watching TV as if she owned the place. "Is this what I'm supposed to

had swollen to an unnatural size, like bloated worms, with a film of something suspiciously like spit glistening on top. The sight was enough to make

I figured you'd appreciate something light," Karen smirked, not even attempting to

smile so pure and innocent that it could

had played the fool, constantly running to Hastings Villa like a loyal dog, barely spending any time at Rosewood Manor. She had never

finger at Karen, the

that flashed in Ophelia's eyes. "What's the matter? Don't like the food? From what I heard, you grew up in the slums. You should

her face down into the plate of pasta in front of her. "Let me teach you something