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. Oh, and get me a universal key card for

Everland Hotel, standing inside the room where Owen

out early 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

the

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

be cleaning the one next door," Ophelia replied nonchalantly, pocketing the evidence bag as if

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

hadn't paid much attention at first, but then the cleaning lady muttered to herself, "Such a shame though. That man in the next suite, he's got the looks to

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

Chapter 13

you before, the cleaning lady chirped, but before she could drag

and a middle-aged man called out

in black stood at various points around the room, arms folded behind

Grandfather hire a bunch of such incompetents?"

Sinclair, we admit we mishandled things, but you know

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

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

that this man must be Patrick

life-Kenneth had seized his current position by destroying

life.

the Sinclair family was savage, with blood 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

year ago, Kenneth had crippled Patrick. forcing him to relinquish control. Kenneth had since taken

an assassination attempt and reappeared confined to a wheelchair. Rumors swirled

group had been biding their time since that incident, waiting for the perfect moment

before the

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

to Kenneth's number while on her way