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!

to look into

in the maid's uniform at Everland Hotel, standing inside the room where Owen had

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

fairly sure of the truth already,

locking eyes with Ophelia. "Huh? I thought I was

I should be cleaning the one next door," Ophelia replied nonchalantly, pocketing the evidence bag as if nothing had

room next door's a presidential suite. You'd better wait a bit. I just saw

"Such a shame though. That man in the next suite, he's got the looks to

freeze mid-step. Kenneth's striking face flashed through

Chapter 13

chirped, but before she could drag

suite, the door swung open, and a middle-aged man called out

stood at various points around the room, arms folded behind their backs, casting a suffocating atmosphere. From deeper within, the sound of things

How did Grandfather hire a

"Mr. Sinclair, we admit we

but an illegitimate child, a shameful secret that 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, his voice filled

and began sweeping up 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 dress pants draping over one

this man

her last life-Kenneth had seized his current position by

life.

more than a few illegitimate

crippled Patrick. forcing him to

a few months ago, Kenneth survived an assassination attempt and reappeared confined to a wheelchair. Rumors swirled that he

time since that incident, waiting for

But just before the door closed, she thought she

recall if anything significant had happened around this time in her last life. But truth be told, back then, she had cared so little about

left the hotel. Ophelia made two calls to Kenneth's number while on her