Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 13

Chapter 13

Ophelia let out a cold, bitter laugh, thinking, How easy they make it sound. In my last life, these people loved throwing me under the bus to take the blame for everything!

She recalled one time when Emily had been caught in a scandal with a director at a hotel. Hack then, the Hastings family had made her step in and took the fall just to clear up the mess for Emily.

They had always preached about "family sticking together, but when she was bombarded with online abuse and attacked with acid by the director's furious wife, none of them stood up for her. Instead, they land blamed her for being naive and careless. Ophelia shrugged, her tone dripping with indifference. "If it's no big deal, then let her clean up her own mess,

Heather's face turned red with fury as she grabbed a cup, ready to hurl it at Ophelia again. But Ophelia stood her ground, not even flinching, her eyes calm and clear, as if she were gazing at nothing more than a bunch of corpses.

Heather's hand froze mid-air, cup in hand, unsure what to do. But then Ophelia just turned on her heel and strode towards

the door.

Just as she reached the exit, the sound of shattering glass echoed behind her.

"It's okay, Emily, Mommy's here..." Heather cooed, trying to comfort Emily.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Ophelia's lips, a mocking curve.

As she stepped out of the mansion, she was met by a storming Nathan barreling toward her like a freight train.

"You filthy wretch. How dare you show your face here again!" Nathan bellowed, cocking his fist, aiming straight for her.

Nathan, with his gym-honed body, standing at nearly six feet tall, was a beast of a man. He had even learned boxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. But against Ophelia, who had a knack for real-life combat, he was woefully outmatched. His punch came at her in what felt like slow motion.

She sidestepped easily, grabbed his outstretched arm, and with a swift knee to his torso, the muscular giant was on the ground, groaning. "Pathetic," she scoffed.

"What did you just say? Who's Nathan wheezed, clutching his chest, his sun-kissed face now a deep shade of purple, like he was about to burst. Anger surged through him as he thought, This is the second time. That brat... I'll make her pay!

phone call. "Chloe, I need you to look into someone for me.

Everland Hotel, standing inside the room where Owen

that morning to head to another city for vacation. The room hadn't been cleaned yet. She carefully picked a few strands of hair off the pillowcase, placing them into a plastic bag alongside some of Emily's hair she had brought

she was fairly sure of the truth already, she

the room, locking eyes with Ophelia. "Huh? I thought I was supposed to clean this room,"

mix-up. I should be cleaning the one next door," Ophelia replied nonchalantly,

gloves and began tidying up the room. "The room next door's a presidential suite. You'd better wait a bit. I just saw a group of

shame though. That man in

made Ophelia freeze mid-step.

Chapter 13

don't remember seeing you before, the cleaning lady chirped, but before she could drag Ophelia into more small talk, she had already slipped out of the

a middle-aged man

with a smoky haze. Several bodyguards in black stood at various points around the room, arms

a bunch of such incompetents?" a

of the subordinates replied, "Mr. Sinclair, we admit we mishandled things, but you know how your

shouldn't even exist. And now, he has the audacity to rise above me? I don't care how you do it, just pull him down from that position by any means necessary," the man roared,

the broken glass scattered across the floor, she listened in on their conversation. From the comer of her eye, she noticed a man sitting in a wheelchair, his black

that this man

in passing in her last life-Kenneth had seized his current position by destroying his

life.

relations meaning little in the face of power struggles. And with a womanizing father like Noel Sinclair, who had gone through three wives and had more than a few illegitimate children, the battles for control were inevitable. Patrick was the only legitimate son, born from Noel's marriage to his first wife, which was why Kenneth and Patrick's grandfather, Ronan

crippled Patrick. forcing him

ago, Kenneth survived an assassination attempt and reappeared confined to a wheelchair. Rumors swirled that he didn't have much time

this group had been biding their time since that incident, waiting for the perfect moment to stir up

the door shut behind her. But just before the door closed, she thought she heard Patrick

last life. But truth be told, back then, she

Kenneth's number while on her