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 someone for me. Oh, and get me a

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

early that morning to head to another city for vacation. The room hadn't been cleaned yet. She carefully picked

the truth already,

she was about to leave, an older cleaning lady pushed her cart into the room, locking eyes with Ophelia. "Huh? I thought I was supposed to clean this

next door," Ophelia replied nonchalantly, pocketing the

tidying up the room. "The room next door's a presidential suite. You'd better wait

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

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

open, and a middle-aged man called out

around the room, arms folded behind their backs, casting

idiots. How did Grandfather hire a bunch of such

"Mr. Sinclair, we admit we mishandled things, but you know how

he has the audacity to rise above me? I don't care how you do it, just pull him down

on their conversation. From the comer of her eye, she noticed a man sitting in a wheelchair, his

overheard, she guessed that this man must be Patrick Sinclair, Kenneth's

life-Kenneth had seized his

life.

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 Sinclair, had initially supported Patrick

a year ago, Kenneth had crippled Patrick. forcing him to

few months ago, Kenneth survived an assassination attempt and reappeared

biding their time since that incident, waiting for

before the door closed, she thought she heard Patrick murmur, Tonight, Avalon Port...

details in her mind, trying to 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 Kenneth that she hadn't bothered keeping track

calls to Kenneth's number while on her way