Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 9

Chapter 9

As Ophelia locked eyes with Kenneth, her heart raced, pounding like a wild drum. She was nowhere near ready to express her gratitude" in the way he hinted at. Clearing her throat softly, she dodged the question and turned her gaze back to the stage below.

The auctioneer's voice boomed with excitement. "And now, for the final piece of the evening. This one is bound to steal every woman's heart-the crowning jewel of tonight's event."

As he spoke, the lights dimmed, and the stage revealed a glass display case slowly rising. Inside it was a dazzling necklace, its diamonds glittering against the backdrop of black velvet.

The 'Moon & Star' necklace, the auctioneer announced, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Crafted from 108 flawless diamonds, it features a crescent moon centerpiece made from the rarest vivid blue diamond, a gemstone so scarce, it's been certified as one of the finest specimens in existence. A treasure this valuable is nearly impossible to find on the open market

From her seal, Emily's eyes lit up like fireworks. "Miles, is that the blue diamond necklace you promised to get me? Her voice was filled with breathless excitement, her gaze locked on the sparkling prize.

"Girl, you're so lucky. Mr. Lewis is completely head over heels for you, someone gushed nearby.

The murmurs of admiration swirled around them, and Emily drank it all in, her heart swelling with pride. The way she looked at Miles now-so soft, so full of admiration-could melt even the coldest hearts.

"Talk is cheap," someone else muttered under their breath, the jealousy clear in her voice. "He couldn't even win the bid for that cheap dress earlier.

Emily wasn't about to let the snide remarks slide. I told him not to bother with the dress, she retorted, keeping her voice sweet but firm. "But this necklace? Miles has promised me this one." She smiled at him, subtly reminding him of his pledge while defending him. After all, it wasn't just a necklace anymore-it was a matter of pride.

Plus, when it came to value, the necklace undeniably outweighed the gown..

Miles, sensing the weight of expectations, nodded. I got this," he murmured, already preparing to raise his paddle.

"Starting bid is four million dollars, the auctioneer declared.

Miles wasted no time. "Five million dollars. Miles was the first to raise his paddle, his voice steady and confident. Emily could hardly contain her excitement, practically vibrating with glee. The bids kept rolling in.

"Six million dollars, someone else called out.

"Seven million, another voice chimed in, the bidding intensifying

and Emily's heart soared higher with each jump. Even Owen. seated nearby, was basking in the glow of his daughter's

one lucky man. Having a daughter as charming as Emily, it's no wonder Mr. Lewis is willing to go to such

ph

but inside, he was glowing with pride. Whether the final bid

climbed to over sixteen million. The entire ballroom was buzzing. Everyone was certain that the necklace would soon be claimed by Miles for twenty million. But then. the inevitable

million dollars at a time, but one

stunned

tactic as before, making it impossible for others

to show off, but nobody wanted to be

Chequer

targeted Emily's expectant gaze weighed on him,

paddle, he raised it again, though the

finish the call, the voice from the second floor came again

would be foolish enough to pay such a steep price. Kenneth, lounging in the box on the second floor, smirked down at Ophelia, his eyes never leaving her. How do you plan to thank me this time?" he asked, his voice dripping

mixed emotions. Part of her couldn't believe how reckless Kenneth was being She pondered, 'Is he seriously this extravagant? But sering Miles'

Kenneth was capable of being impulsive, but to see him splurge this extravagantly, all for the sake of impressing a woman, still shocked Mark. It was wildly

band froze on his paddle. He

the mysterious bidder from the second floor. The crowd buzzed with speculation, while Kenneth sit back, a lazy gra tugging at his lips. After the auction wrapped

items had fallen flat. Not a single bid had

of the girls scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anyone can talk big, but actions speak

was in that private box

it was in that private box anyway?"

clue. They seemed pretty mysterious, someone

the balcony on the second floor, her mind swirling with

world had never touched him. The room around him was bathed in the soft glow of chandelier light, casting delicate patterns across the rich velvet curtains and the gleaming mahogany furniture. Gold accents gleamed on

Group wishes to meet you, Mark informed him, standing by his

nothing. His piercing gaze was locked on Ophelia, who was busy devouring the last of the desserts laid out in the room. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked,

her upper lip, looking slightly embarrassed. She had managed to eat all the treats in the box by herself during the auction, leaving the plates bare. Yet her eyes still lingered on the

slums, hardship was a close companion, and her love of

business first, Ophelia suggested, "and I'll go check out the party, and we can head home together