Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 19

Chapter

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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

taxi and headed to a large amusement park nestled in the western suburbs. After purchasing a ticket, she wandered leisurely through the park, enjoying 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 and a free slice of

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

stood there, her angelic face bathed in the shimmering glow, her eyes wide as she gazed up at the spectacle. She then closed her eyes and silently made a wish. The lights danced on her face, flickering

time she left the park, it was already past

cans of beer and a pack of candies, before setting off on a long, quiet walk down the empty streets. In

the narrower the road became, the soft glow of streetlights facting

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

it collapsed into rubble. Ophelia climbed up and perched herself on the edge, gazing

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

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fabric, looking more like ruins

westside slum, the place Ophelia had called

hundred years ago, this area had been the heart of Dellanex's thriving

a cesspool of pollution. The harbor reeked 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 had morphed into the worst slum in

have such a neglected, squalid corner. Just across the way, skyscrapers gleamed with light, standing tall against the night, while here, everything was consumed by darkness and dampness. The stark contrast

can of beer, took a swig, and unwrapped a piece of candy, popping it into her mouth. "Happy

and Emily shared the same birth date after she was brought back to the family, making her the elder sister-at least, in title. Heather

been thrilled to know her own

Gifts piled up for her, while Ophelia waited in the shadows, sneaking a piece

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

most, but now, her thoughts drifted back to Gabrielle-the only person who had ever treated

known love, perhaps she wouldn't have

refused to cry. She shoved the rest of the candy into her mouth, thinking bitterly. "Why doesn't it taste

it'll rot your teeth?" A voice cut

emerging from the shadows,