Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 4

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.

too long since she had felt the comfort of such a luxurious bath. Slowly, her mind began to drift, and she fell

and Ophelia's dream shifted to something colder, darker-like being submerged in the icy

pressure, her chest tightening with the

vision sharpened, and then she saw him. It was Kenneth. His chiseled features were

lifted from the cold washed over her as she was pulled

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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 was instant. 'How did I get back

a large woman, one of the maids, entered the room, knocking politely before asking, "Miss Ophelia, you're awake. You fell asleep in the tub

problem at all, Miss Ophelia. Breakfast is ready whenever you

much on last night, Ophelia glanced at the time, shrugged off the strangeness, and headed downstairs for

Rosewood Manor and she still hadn't seen Kenneth

run along the winding paths that encircled the villa. The rhythmic sound of

left with you. Split it 70-30 and transfer the money to my account," she said simply before hanging up. She needed

time she returned, sweaty and ready for dinner, a cluster of maids were standing in the kitchen,

Ophelia, her voice dripping with disdain as she muttered, "What's there to be scared of? She's just here to play wife for

lounging in the living room and watching TV as if she owned the place. "Is this what I'm supposed to eat?" Ophelia's voice was icy as she gestured toward the sad array of dishes on the dining table-cold, limp vegetables and a plate of pasta that had clearly

of something suspiciously like

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

curved into a smile so pure and innocent that it

Hastings Villa like a loyal dog, barely spending any time at Rosewood Manor. She had never realized just how petty and dull the servants here were

her finger at Karen, the smirk

the matter? Don't like the food? From what I heard, you grew up in the slums. You

in front of her. "Let me teach you something from

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