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.

through the door, she bumped into

hadn't known Ophelia would be home at noon, said, "Miss

hungry. I think I'll just head upstairs and sleep

stairs, she noticed that Ophelia didn't look too well and felt

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

"I see," Kenneth responded.

dark green suit and leaned on his cane, a large emerald ring on his finger. "Mark, take him back. I don't

"Understood," Mark replied.

much today-just to see

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

washed his face, and wiped it with a damp towel. The sickly pale look on his face vanished, and he

lie, he replied, "Earlier... Miss Spencer was in a

just pulled away the team protecting Ophelia,

would be furious.

expected, when Kenneth heard Mark's words, his eyes darkened with a cold intensity. "Where

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bed, had drifted off into a fitful sleep, her dreams

I 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 suddenly plunging toward

her back completely drenched. As her vision slowly cleared, she

and his sharp,