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.

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

cooled over time, and Ophelia's dream shifted to something colder, darker-like

pressure, her chest tightening with the

the vision sharpened, and then she saw him. It was Kenneth. His chiseled features were as striking as ever, and his eyes, always intense, locked onto her with an unreadable

her as she was

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a plush bed, the soft fabric of a white bathrobe enveloping her like a gentle cloud.

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

at all, Miss Ophelia. Breakfast is ready whenever you are," the maid

night, Ophelia glanced at the time, shrugged off the strangeness, and headed downstairs

passed at Rosewood Manor and she still hadn't

restless, she decided to run along the winding paths that encircled the villa. The rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement cleared her mind as she dialed

transfer the money to my account," she said simply before hanging

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

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

every word, but she barely reacted. The maid who spoke was Karen 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. "Is

bloated worms, with a film of something suspiciously like spit

lot, so I figured you'd appreciate something light,"

lips curved into a smile so pure and innocent that it could fool anyone when combined with

Villa like a loyal dog, barely spending any time at Rosewood Manor.

finger at Karen, the smirk never leaving her

heard, you grew up in the slums. You should be thankful

in front of her. "Let me teach you something

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