Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 19

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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

night

the crowd grew, Three, two, one... Fireworks exploded into the night sky, painting it with bursts of vibrant red, blue, and golden illuminating

She then closed her eyes and

time she left the park, it was already past

on a long, quiet walk down the empty streets. In the distance, she could faintly hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore.

glow of streetlights facting into darkness until there was nothing but

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,

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

bobbed in the water, their

Chapter 19

metal and tattered fabric, looking more like ruins than

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

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

decades ago had turned the place into 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

was hard 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

popping it into her mouth. "Happy

Heather told her she 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 made it clear that she ought to

given her five years of this bitter celebration. At first, she had been thrilled to know her own birthday finally, but it soon became clear that no one else

it was Emily's day. Gifts piled up

let

sober. Ophelia could hold her liquor better than most, but now, her thoughts

perhaps she wouldn't have spent

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

rot your teeth?" A voice cut through the quiet night,

handsome face of Kenneth emerging from the shadows, the moonlight