Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Chapter 28

"Hey, Heather, doesn't that girl over there look familiar? Is that your daughter?" Helena asked as she stared at Ophelia. She had seen Ophelia at their family reunion, and her striking looks left an impression.

Covering her mouth, Helena let out a light chuckle. She had always wondered why the Hastings family would suddenly adopt a daughter. It turned out that they'd taken in their own biological daughter. This was the first time she'd seen a family treat their real daughter like an adopted one.

"Oh, it really is," Sarah said in surprise and exchanged a knowing look with Helena.

Heather had just been bragging about how much she doted on her biological daughter, and now, here her daughter was working in a store. That was too awkward. Heather's face immediately turned gloomy.

Ophelia, however, didn't notice them. She was busy helping an elderly lady try on a gown. Every time Ophelia served someone older, especially one with an elegant demeanor, it reminded her of her grandmother, and she always took extra care of them. She was focused on fastening the buttons when suddenly, a hand clamped down hard on her wrist.

"Elia, what are you doing here?" Heather asked as she tightened her grip, and there was no warmth in her voice-only accusation. It felt like she was trying to crush Ophelia's bones. "You're trying to embarrass me, aren't you?" Heather hissed under her breath, her eyes flashing with resentment.

Ophelia glanced at the two wealthy ladies nearby, who were clearly watching with interest. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Shaking off Heather's grip, Ophelia rubbed her sore wrist, her expression growing colder and more distant by the second. "Heather, did you forget something again?"

Ophelia a warning, silently pleading with her not to say anything embarrassing. "Elia, I know

the act, go home and perform for your real daughter. I'm busy

the tension, Sarah teased, "Heather, your daughter doesn't

huh?"

laughed behind her hand and echoed, "Can't say I'm surprised. Who makes their real daughter work here? I guess blood ties don't run as deep as the

so true. Anyway, since this is your family business, we'll just leave the time to you," Sarah said, her voice dripping with

the judgmental stares from Helena and Sarah burning into her. It was like a fire were trapped in her chest, unable to escape. The scene of Emily crying and threatening to run away, saying she didn't want to be a burden to the Hastings family emerged in Heather's mind. And here Ophelia was, embarrassing

her hand, aiming to slap Ophelia across the face. But Ophelia was quicker. She caught Heather's hand without hesitation and couldn't help but want

off to that guy." Ophelia used to feel pity for Heather, but now, she thought Heather deserved everything that was coming to her. Raising another woman's child while neglecting her own-she wondered how Heather would feel when she finally learned the

right now," Heather ordered, her voice shaking with anger. Paralet Shopping Center was Dellanex's

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couldn't stand the humiliation that anyone saw the Hastings family's real daughter working in a store as a

cut ties with the Hastings family. Get it through your head

working here, you're deliberately disgracing us. I'm ordering you to quit this job." Heather growled while glaring at Ophelia. Ophelia's lips curled into a chilling smile. The sheer audacity of this family made her sick. She stared back into

that, Ophelia turned and walked upstairs without a second glance. She didn't notice how, after her last words, Heather's face went from flushed with

sudden death, Heather had panicked and sent Ophelia to the orphanage, terrified she'd be the next victim. When she later heard

gave birth to Ophelia, so Ophelia owed her. With that

*****

lit up with calls and notifications, but she ignored them all. She asked in her mind, 'Why? Why do I have

pencil broke, and with it, her patience. She leaned back in

reflecting the light with every step. Even before he entered the store, the passersby couldn't help but stare at him. Despite the black baseball cap and face mask hiding his features, his aristocratic vibe