Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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ou're here to stir up trouble, you can leave."

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"It seems like he took poison, He had shown signs of being suicidal before, so the police ruled it as suicide, Chloe replied. Ophelia suddenly felt a bit uneasy and wondered, 'Suicide? Someone like Brock would never kill himself

Then, another possibility crossed her mind, and she thought, 'Who could have taken care of him so quietly and efficiently?

It wasn't that Ophelia was overly sympathetic. She just didn't believe Brock deserved to die. The thought of having someone snuffed out like that left a sour taste in her mouth.

Chloe, probably having picked up on something from Ophelia's expression, didn't say anything. After all, Chloe thought that Brock's death was well deserved after the narrow escape they had just had. Ophelia stood up, feeling a slight numbness in her feet. "I'm heading out, Chloe."

Before Chloe could respond, Ophelia had already flagged down a car on the street and headed back to Rosewood Manor.

door, she bumped into Lisa, who

would be home at noon, said, "Miss Spencer, you're back just

I think I'll just head upstairs and sleep

that Ophelia didn't look too well and felt a

didn't look too good today. She came back early and

"I see," Kenneth responded.

old man wore a dark green suit and leaned on his

"Understood," Mark replied.

stood up, gripping his gold-topped cane. He hadn't come for much today-just to see if the rumors about Kenneth's failing health were

thought, 'It won't be long before Sinclair Group falls back into

off, Kenneth got up from his wheelchair, washed his face, and wiped it with a damp towel. The

in a competition,

had just pulled away the team protecting

would be furious.

Mark's words, his eyes darkened with a cold

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taken his own life out of guilt," Mark

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a fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by the image of Brock's

send you off, huh?" His voice echoed again and again in Ophelia's mind, mixing with memories of both his kindness and cruelty. Every version of his face in her mind twisted into something grotesque, the knife pressing against her throat before

gasping for breath, her forehead slick with cold sweat and her back completely drenched. As her vision slowly cleared, she saw Kenneth sitting beside her

sharp,