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.
Slowly, her mind began to drift, and she fell asleep right there in the tub, the warmth lulling her into a deep
and Ophelia's dream shifted to something colder, darker-like being submerged in the
breathe, fighting against the pressure,
emerged a 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
sensation of being lifted from the cold washed over her as she was pulled into the
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middle of a plush bed, the soft fabric of a white bathrobe enveloping her like a
Ophelia, you're awake. You fell asleep in the tub last night, and I carried you back to bed." "Oh... thank you," Ophelia muttered, still
Breakfast is ready whenever you
much on last night, Ophelia glanced at the
Rosewood Manor and she
The rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement cleared her mind as
things I 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
disdain as she muttered, "What's there to
Phillips. Ophelia recognized her. She was sour and conniving-lazy whenever Liam wasn't around, often lounging in the living room and watching TV as if she owned the place.
an unnatural size, like bloated worms, with a film of something suspiciously like spit glistening on top. The sight was enough to make her
you'd appreciate something light," Karen smirked, not even
pure and innocent that it could fool anyone when
barely spending any time
at Karen,
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 be thankful that you've got anything to eat at all, let alone complain about-" Before Karen
motion, Ophelia grabbed Karen by the hair and slammed her face down into the plate of pasta in front of her. "Let me
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