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

leisurely through the park, enjoying the night air and occasionally hopping onto one of the rides. Soaking up

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

as she gazed up at the spectacle. She then

she left the park, it

stopped by a convenience store, picking up a few cans of 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 against the

road became, the soft glow of streetlights

became, an odor so overpowering it would make most people retch. But for Ophelia, it was a familiar scent-one she

crumbling concrete wall, half of it collapsed into rubble. Ophelia climbed up

few old fishing boats bobbed in the water, their lights long extinguished. Along

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scrap metal and tattered fabric, looking

westside slum, the place Ophelia had called

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

project 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 set foot. They said the materials used to reclaim the land were poisonous,

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 was consumed by darkness and dampness. The stark contrast made the

piece of candy, popping it into her mouth. "Happy birthday, Ophelia," she muttered to herself, the words slipping out as if they held no

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

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

it was Emily's day. Gifts piled up for her, while Ophelia waited in

she whispered, "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

and she was still sober. Ophelia could hold her liquor better than most, but now, her

perhaps she wouldn't have spent

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

sugar? Aren't you worried it'll rot your teeth?" A voice

of Kenneth emerging from the