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.

luxurious bath. Slowly, her mind began to drift, and she fell asleep right there in

dream shifted to something colder, darker-like being submerged in the

breathe, fighting against the pressure, her chest tightening with the thinning

tall silhouette against the dark, moving toward her with deliberate, calm strides. The edges of the vision sharpened, and then she saw him. It was Kenneth. His chiseled features were as striking as ever, and his eyes, always intense,

washed over her as she

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windows, bright 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 was instant. 'How did I

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

Breakfast is ready whenever you are," the maid

glanced at the

Rosewood Manor and she

rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement

the money to my account," she said simply before hanging up. She needed

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

the group in an instant. Only one maid, a girl with round eyes, had the audacity to roll her eyes 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 bothered to visit her. In the old days, she wouldn't even be considered

whenever Liam 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 eat?" Ophelia's voice was icy as she gestured toward the

like bloated worms, with a film of something suspiciously like spit glistening on top. The sight

I figured you'd appreciate something light," Karen

innocent that it could fool anyone

to Hastings Villa like a loyal dog, barely spending any time at

Karen, the smirk never leaving

you grew up in the slums. You should be thankful that you've got anything to eat at all, let alone complain about-" Before Karen could finish her sentence, a shrill scream echoed

pasta in front of her. "Let me teach you something from the slums." Ophelia's voice was calm as she pressed

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