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.

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

in the face.

on Felix, who not only had the build of a bull but even resembled one in Despite his imposing stature - he easily stood a foot taller than Ophelia - Felix now looked

icy voice cut through the

he nearly dropped

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asked, confused. To him, Ophelia just looked like some skilled girl, and Felix could knock her out with one punch. So, there should be no reason

up. Felix swallowed hard. "She's my boss." Even now, he could still feel the phantom pain from

the slums. No one could beat her in a fight, no one could outrun her, and she was always three steps ahead. Crossing her was a one-way

money in the slums?" Ophelia's voice was ice-cold, barely containing the rage burning in her chest. She was itching to throw a

his voice trembling. "Ophelia, I'm... I'm really sorry. It won't

"Take your goons and return every damn penny and

we?" the

piercing gaze locked onto him.

it fair and square," the thug

left in her purse. "If you can beat me in a fair

up at the sight of cash. Ophelia tossed the bills into the air, and he lunged

them.

bill, a searing pain exploded in his chest. He

out a mouthful of blood, terrifying him

kicks 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

sharp