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

plate of pastries, and strolled over to a nearby couch, sinking into it while enjoying her treats as if nothing had

fists, his face flushed with anger. His eyes followed her every move as she sat

to chat her up. Ophelia didn't even look up, merely focusing on her food with a calm, almost

Miles stirred. It wasn't jealousy-at least, that was what he 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

eyes darted around the room, searching

Chapter 10

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up, holding the hem of her gown as she hurried over to him. "Mr. Lewis, you need to come

Miles scowled, looking once more toward Ophelia, who sat leisurely enjoying her desserts as if the world outside didn't exist. Without

crowd had gathered around the fountain outside the hotel, with journalists snapping pictures from a distance. Curious whispers floated through the air as onlookers speculated about the soaked woman in the fountain. "Isn't that Emily Hastings, the heiress to the Hastings family? What's going on?"

view.

don't know. All I heard was a scream, and when I looked over, she was already

had too much to drink and

mocked as a few guests chuckled

cle's

but all wore the

water, completely drenched. Though the fountain wasn't deep, she was soaked from head to

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

of the crowd, Miles stormed

as he carried her back into his hotel suite, quickly ordering someone

asked, his voice a mix of

mixing with the water still

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

is around, Emily ends up being humiliated or hurt. The thought of Ophelia's composed, unbothered expression earlier only confirmed his suspicions. "Stay here. I'll go deal with her,"

back to the ballroom. If someone said something and he