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 park, enjoying the night air and occasionally hopping onto one of the rides. Soaking up the joyful atmosphere of laughter

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

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

the park, it was already

off on a long, quiet walk

the narrower the road became, the soft glow of streetlights facting into darkness until there was nothing but

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

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

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

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scrap metal and tattered fabric, looking more like ruins

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

that, a hundred years ago, this area had been the

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

have such a neglected, squalid corner. Just across the way, skyscrapers gleamed with

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

birthday since Heather told her she and Emily shared the same birth date after she was brought back to the family,

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

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

let him down... The

Ophelia could hold her liquor better than most, but now, her thoughts drifted back to Gabrielle-the only person who had ever treated her like

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

cry. She shoved the rest of the candy into

it'll rot your teeth?" A voice cut

the impossibly handsome face of Kenneth emerging from the shadows, the moonlight casting a soft glow around him, making him look almost