Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 19

Chapter

19

The grand venue was in absolute chaos. Emily, standing at the center of it all, looked like a clown trapped in a circus ring surrounded by an audience that didn't bother hiding their judgment.

Some even whipped out their phones, snapping pictures without mercy. Owen, her father, was quick to rush over, draping his suit jacket around Emily's shoulders in a feeble attempt to shield her from further humiliation. This party is over," he announced, his voice tight with embarrassment.

Harry summoned the security team, trying to usher the crowd out as quickly as possible. What had started as a glamorous birthday celebration had turned into a public disaster.

Just then, a server appeared, wheeling out an enormous eight-tiered cake, the words "Happy Birthday, Emily. May all your wishes come true iced across the top in pristine, elegant letters,

The birthday song played once again, but this time, the tone felt painfully ironic-a cruel echo of how things were supposed

to be.

Everland Hotel's unique circular architecture made it easy for Ophelia to observe everything from the balcony on the third floor. She sat comfortably, nibbling at a delicate pastry, watching the spectacle below with an almost imperceptible smirk. "Happy birthday, Emily, she whispered, her voice laced with amusement. She knew Emily's ploys all too well. Trying to stir rumors with my man? Did you ask for my permission?

Although Miles had supposedly rented out the entire floor for Emily's party, the unpaid bill still loomed over them.

As Owen and his family made their hasty retreat, the hotel manager hurried after them, holding out an imposing bill. "Mr. Hastings, the total for tonight comes to 310 thousand dollars. Also, 170 thousand for the roses, and 3 million for venue rental and service charges. Altogether, that's 3.71 million dollars."

"What?" Owen's face turned ashen, the bill nearly sending him into a fit of cardiac arrest. Not only had they failed to maintain. any sense of dignity, but they were facing an outrageous cost,

As she watched the Hastings family's disarray, Ophelia's smile deepened, a satisfied glint in her eyes. This is only the beginning,' she thought, savoring the small victory

the night air and occasionally hopping onto one of the rides. Soaking up the joyful atmosphere of laughter and excitement, she picked up a free balloon here

sky, painting it with bursts of vibrant red, blue, and golden illuminating the world below in fleeting brilliance. Each burst seemed to pulse with life

up at the spectacle. She then closed her eyes and silently made a wish. The lights

left the park, it was

beer and a pack of candies, before setting off on a long, quiet walk down the empty streets. In the distance, she could faintly hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing

she walked, the narrower the road became, the soft glow of streetlights facting into

the sea, the stronger the pungent smell of rotting fish and bring water became, an odor so overpowering it would make most people retch. But for Ophelia, it was a familiar scent-one she had known

concrete wall, half of it collapsed into rubble. Ophelia climbed up and perched herself on the edge, gazing out at the dark sea in the

boats bobbed in the water, their lights long extinguished. Along the shore were makeshift shacks

Chapter 19

metal and tattered fabric, looking

the westside slum, the place Ophelia had called home for as long

years ago, this area had been the heart of Dellanex's thriving coast-close to the docks and bustling with

of decayed fish and toxic waste, leaving the land useless, unwanted. Eventually, it became a dumping ground, a forgotten slum where no one dared to invest or even set foot. They said the materials used to reclaim the land were poisonous, leaving the land contaminated and unfit for development. No one dared to return, and over time, it

to believe that a city as vibrant and modern as Dellanex could have such a neglected, squalid corner. Just across the way, skyscrapers gleamed with light, standing tall against the night, while here, everything

of candy, popping it into her mouth. "Happy birthday, Ophelia," she muttered to herself, the words slipping out as if they

birth date after she was brought back to the family, making her the elder sister-at least, in title. Heather made it clear that she ought to take care

years of this bitter celebration. At first, she had been thrilled to know

All anyone cared about was that it was Emily's day. Gifts piled up for her, while Ophelia

"Ophella, in this life, be happy. Don't let yourself down. Don't let him down... The bitterness in her heart mingled with the sharp taste of beer as she

cans in, and she was still sober. Ophelia could hold her liquor better than most, but now, her thoughts drifted back

in the darkness. If she had never known love, perhaps she wouldn't have spent her last life yearning for it. Blood ties didn't mean family;

She shoved the rest of the candy into her mouth, thinking bitterly. "Why doesn't it taste as sweet as the ones

you worried it'll rot your teeth?" A voice cut

Kenneth emerging from the