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.
felt the comfort of such a luxurious bath. Slowly, her mind began to drift, and she fell asleep right there in the tub, the warmth lulling her into a
to something colder,
against the pressure, her chest tightening with the
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
being lifted from the cold washed over her as she was pulled
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middle of a plush bed, the soft fabric of
you're awake. You fell asleep in the tub last night, and I carried you back to bed." "Oh... thank you," Ophelia muttered, still groggy and trying to
at all, Miss Ophelia. Breakfast is ready whenever you are," the maid
last night, Ophelia glanced at the time, shrugged off the strangeness, and headed
full week had passed at Rosewood Manor
villa. The rhythmic sound
I left with you. Split it 70-30 and transfer the money to my account," she said simply before hanging up. She needed money, and she needed it
and ready for dinner, a cluster of maids were standing in the
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 a mistress, let alone anything important. We outrank
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 sad array of dishes on the dining table-cold, limp vegetables and a plate of pasta that had clearly
an unnatural size, like bloated worms, with a film of something suspiciously like spit
work out a lot, so I figured you'd appreciate something light," Karen smirked,
so pure and innocent that it could fool anyone when combined with
like a loyal dog, barely spending any time at Rosewood Manor. She
finger at Karen, the smirk never leaving her
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
pasta in front of her. "Let me teach you something from the slums." Ophelia's voice was calm
About Revenge Of The Jilted Bride - Chapter 4
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