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.

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

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

pressure, her chest tightening

deliberate, calm strides. The edges of the vision sharpened, and then she

lifted from the cold washed over her as she was pulled into the warmth of

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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

awake. You fell asleep in the tub last night, and I carried you back to bed." "Oh... thank you," Ophelia

at all, Miss Ophelia. Breakfast is

glanced at the time, shrugged off the strangeness, and headed

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

rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement cleared her mind as she dialed a number

it 70-30 and transfer the money to my

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

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.

as if she owned the place. "Is this what I'm supposed to eat?" Ophelia's voice was icy

something suspiciously like spit glistening on top.

work out a lot, so I figured you'd appreciate something light," Karen smirked, not

innocent that it could fool anyone

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

finger at Karen, the smirk

completely unguarded, folded her arms and strutted over, utterly oblivious to the dangerous glint 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 could finish her sentence, a shrill scream echoed through

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

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