Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 10

Chapter 10

Downstairs, Ophelia was busy piling an array of delicate pastries onto her plate with a pair of silver tongs, her attention entirely on the delicious treats in front of her. She didn't notice when she bumped into someone holding a glass of wine. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, her eyes momentarily flicking upward before returning to the strawberry mille-feuille the had been eyeing. Just as she reached for it, a hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping her mid-motion

"Ophelia What are you doing here? The voice was unmistakable-sharp, full of disdain. She slowly lifted her gaze, only to be met with the piercing stare of Miles, a man who had once been a beacon of hope in her life but later threw her into the darkest depths. "Of all the people here, why him? she thought, her mood souring. The grand hall was packed with people, yet she had to run into the very person she least wanted to see.

Miles sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, "How did you get in here? Following me again, are you? I've told you countless times-Emily is the only one I care about. Honestly, I used to feel sorry for you, but now you just disgust me. Stop clinging to me! Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Ophelia asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

She stared blankly, wondering how she could have ever been in love with this man in her last life. Is he really the same boy who saved me when I was little?' she thought.

"Stop playing hard to get, Miles continued, clearly agitated. "Whatever tricks you're up to, it's not going to work. I will never ever fall for you?

Ophelia's patience snapped. "Thanks. Now, can you get out of the way? You're blocking my dessert," she said coolly, not even. bothering to look at him anymore.

She pushed him aside as if he were nothing more than a minor inconvenience, her voice as cold as the icy glare she spared him. Even if he had been that boy from her past, she had repaid him tenfold in her last life.

Miles stood frozen for a moment, stunned by her indifference. Something was different about her today-there was none of the affection he was used to. Annoyed and confused, he glared at her. "Ophelia, don't tell me you're planning to do something to Emily again. I'm warning you "

Before he could finish his sentence, Ophelia clamped the silver tongs down on his pointing finger and twisted it backward. hard.

"Ow-damn it," he hissed and glared at her, his face twisted in pain as his finger started turning purple.

"Oh, Emily isn't with you?" Ophelia smiled sweetly, though her eyes glinted with sarcasm. "Could it be that you didn't manage to buy any item tonight? Or maybe she's found someone else, seeing how useless you are!'

Her words were like a knife to his pride. Miles, with his need for control and reputation, couldn't stand being talked down to. On the outside, he projected the image of a refined gentleman, but Ophelia knew the truth-he was an arrogant, controlling man who couldn't stand being made a fool of

back onto the table with disdain, grabbed her plate of pastries, and strolled over to a nearby couch, sinking into it while

fists, his face flushed with anger. His eyes followed her every

that a group of wealthy young men, his friends, gathered around her, trying to chat her

told himself-but an uncomfortable feeling settled in his chest. He used to be the one she looked at like that What annoyed him even more was that despite her simple dress, Ophelia looked captivating. She hadn't bothered with an extravagant gown, but there was

the room, searching for Emily, but she was nowhere to be

Chapter 10

parting words echoed in

her gown as she hurried over to him. "Mr. Lewis, you need to come quickly. Emily... Emily's been thrown

her desserts as if the world outside didn't exist. Without another

through the air as onlookers speculated about the soaked woman in the fountain. "Isn't

view.

over, she was already in the water, someone else responded, her

and

as a few guests chuckled under

cle's

others were intrigued, but all wore the same expression-one of amusement at someone

in the shallow water, completely drenched. Though the fountain wasn't deep, she was soaked from head to toe, miserably trying to cover herself-one hand shielding her face and the other desperately clinging to her

stand, her sodden gown caught under her feet, sending her

flashing cameras and the murmurs of the crowd, Miles stormed

back into his hotel suite, quickly ordering someone to track down the photographers and get

Miles asked, his

was now shivering and red-eyed, her tears mixing with the water still dripping from her hair. She looked utterly humiliated,

under the towel, and she choked back more sobs. She didn't want to relive the mortification of what had just occurred. She had snuck into Kenneth's suite and had barely exchanged a few words with him when, without so much as glancing her way, he'd ordered his bodyguards to throw her out-literally. She had never felt so small, so utterly

Ophelia's composed, unbothered expression earlier only confirmed his suspicions. "Stay here. I'll go deal with her,"

the ballroom. If someone said something and he found out what had really happened, the consequences wouldn't be in