Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 58

Chapter 58

The thug had pegged Ophelia as just another pretty face all looks, no fight. But to his shock, before they could even lay a finger on her, she'd sent them flying with swift kicks.

Her long pleated skirt swept up dust from the ground as she moved. In the blink of an eye, the thug watched his three men collapse, clutching their chests and wailing in pain. "Y-you... You're asking for trouble!" he stammered, trying to sound threatening but stumbling backward in fear. He shot a panicked glance at his fallen lackeys, and all four scrambled away as fast as they could.

Ophelia bent down to help the old woman gather her scattered plastic bottles. As she looked at the elderly woman and the child, her thoughts drifted to her grandmother. She remembered the twenty years she'd spent feeling abandoned, living with that old woman who, despite sharing no blood ties, had become her family.

"Thank you, young lady," the old woman said, her face etched with worry. "But you should leave now. These thugs will surely return with their boss. We're used to this, but you shouldn't get caught up in our troubles."

"Used to it?" Ophelia frowned. It seemed this was a daily occurrence.

The old woman gazed down at the sniffling child, and her eyes tired and resigned. "These days, folks shy away from honest work, worried they'll catch flak. So the young punks swipe what we manage to scrounge up. That's just how things are now. We've learned to live with it."

A deep voice cut through the tension. "Who's got the balls to cause trouble in my place?"

Moments later, the gang returned, led by a burly man swaggering toward them.

"Felix, that's her." One of the thugs pointed out

Felix Ashby, the leader, was ready to teach Ophelia a lesson she'd never forget. He aggressively struck a nearby shipping container with his club, causing the child to burst into tears again. The old woman clutched the kid, both cowering in fear.

Ophelia sighed, turning to face the man's menacing glare head-on.

Felix was momentarily dazed. He staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief as if he'd seen a ghost.

His fierce demeanor crumbled instantly. "O-Ophelia?" He choked out, blinking rapidly and swallowing hard. 'How the hell has she shown up here?' he thought. She looked different from the kid he remembered, but those piercing, wolf-like eyes were unmistakable. The thugs who had just been beaten expected Felix to immediately seek revenge. But the expression on his face told a different story.

"Felix, it was her. You know this chick?" one of them asked.

was holding and smacked his lackey hard on the back of the head. "Watch your mouth, you bastard. Who are you calling 'chick?

in the face.

even resembled one in Despite his imposing stature - he easily stood a foot taller than Ophelia - Felix now looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Look, Ophelia," he stammered, "my boys were just fooling around. I'll teach them a lesson. It's nothing, really. I'll

fast." Ophelia's icy voice cut through

Felix's spine. He was so intimidated that he nearly dropped to his knees on the spot,

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girl, and

hard. "She's my boss." Even now, he could still feel the phantom pain from when she had snapped his arm like a

was drenched in cold sweat, and he knew running was futile. Ophelia was the undisputed demon queen of the slums. No one could beat her in a fight, no one could outrun her,

was itching to throw a punch. She couldn't fathom why these guys, with all their supposed skills, were preying on their own

voice trembling. "Ophelia, I'm... I'm

Ophelia growled. "Take your goons and return every damn penny and trinket you've squeezed

the hell should we?" the

onto him. "You're asking

it fair and square," the thug insisted, though his

few bills she had left in her purse. "If you can beat me in a fair fight, this

the bills into the air, and he lunged forward, reaching out to

them.

chest. He

thug coughed, clutching his chest. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood,

earlier, shot him sympathetic looks. He'd been the only one who hadn't been beaten up before, and now he understood just how brutal

fluttering bills mid-air, her voice as sharp as ice. "So, your