Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Kenneth pinned her against the wall, his cool lips brushing her earlobe. "How much do you want?" he asked, his tone indulgent. His voice suggested he'd give her whatever amount she named. Not wanting to be greedy, Ophelia gestured. "Seven million dollars."

"Deal." Kenneth agreed without hesitation. He leaned in, his lips seeking hers.

Ophelia hesitated, acutely aware of the broad daylight around them. She looked up, meeting Kenneth's intense gaze. Hist eyes, deep and mesmerizing, seemed to draw her in completely

Every time Ophelia saw that look, her heart ached uncontrollalily. There was no logical reason for it, but it was as if she was seeing the man who had died for her in the past life. In those moments, Ophelia felt she would give him anything he desired.

The tension between them was palpable. Kenneth's strong, masculine hand reached towards the nightstand, only to grasp at empty air. The condoms were gone.

Kenneth's eyes, which had been burning with passion, gradually cooled. His chest rose and fell with restrained desire, and Ophelia understood they had run out of condoms. Ophelia's delicate arms wrapped around Kenneth's neck as she planted delicate kisses on his skin.

Kenneth frowned, gently restraining Ophelia as she tried to seduce him. He wrapped her in the blanket and rolled out of bed.

Moments later, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.

This man, Ophelia mused, has even more self-control than I imagined

As the water continued to run in the bathroom, two soft knocks gounded at the door.

Ophelia quickly dressed and went to answer the door. Lisa stood there, visibly anxious. "Miss Spencer, there are police. officers at the main gate. They say you're suspected of extortion and need to take you in for questioning." "Alright," Ophelia replied calmly, glancing towards the bathroom before straightening her clothes and heading out. When Kenneth finished his shower and came downstairs, he found Lisa pacing back and forth, wringing her hands. "Mr. Sinclair, thank goodness you're here! The police have taken Miss Spencer away," Lisa blurted out.

Kenneth's brow furrowed, a shadow falling over his deep-set eyes.

"They said something about extortion. But Miss Spencer would never do such a thing!" Lisa continued, practically spinning in circles with worry.

Just then, one of the security guards approached. "Mr. Sinclair, someone sent you a photograph. They claim it shows... Well they say it shows Miss Spencer with a toyboy she's keeping on the side."

The guard rushed through his report, keeping his head down, afraid to meet Kenneth's gaze.

Kenneth snatched the photo, furrowing his brow as he inwardly scoffed. He had warned her before. If she stepped out of line, he would personally break her legs. Even if she was at the police station now, he'd bail her out just to do it himself. As Kenneth flipped the photo over, his eyebrow twitched. "Damn Who said I'm her toy boy? His expression became unreadable, causing the bodyguards and servants to hold their tongues in fear. 14:51 Mon, Nov 11 ti.

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Lisa could only fret silently, wondering why Kenneth wasn't more concerned.

Clutching the photo, Kenneth turned and headed upstairs, pulling out his phone to make a call.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the Dellanex police station. Tracy, the assistant, had just finished recounting the incident. Emily sat beside her, face masked, a picture of silent distress.

The officer offered some reassuring words. This kind of thing happened often in the entertainment world - obsessive fans threatening celebrities' privacy, followed by blackmail attempts.

It was just that the amount this time was quite large.

"We've already sent people to bring her in. We'll get to the bottom of this. I assure you, the officer, Steven, stated.

"Thank you," Emily replied, playing the role of a victim as she sat on the couch, clutching a glass of water with both hands.

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Kenneth pinned her against the wall, his cool lips brushing her earlobe. "How much do you want?" he asked, his tone indulgent. His voice suggested he'd give her whatever amount she named.

Not wanting to be greedy, Ophelia gestured. "Seven million dollars."

"Deal." Kenneth agreed without hesitation. He leaned in, his lips seeking hers.

Ophelia hesitated, acutely aware of the broad daylight around them. She looked up, meeting Kenneth's intense gaze. Hist eyes, deep and mesmerizing, seemed to draw her in completely

was no logical reason for it, but it was as if

Ophelia felt she would

was palpable. Kenneth's strong, masculine hand reached towards the nightstand, only to grasp at empty air. The condoms were

restrained desire, and Ophelia understood they had run out of condoms. Ophelia's delicate arms wrapped around Kenneth's neck as she planted delicate kisses

to seduce him. He wrapped her in the

running

even more self-control

to run in the

suspected of extortion and need to take you in for questioning." "Alright," Ophelia replied calmly, glancing towards the bathroom before straightening

brow furrowed, a shadow falling

said something about extortion. But Miss Spencer would never do such a thing!" Lisa continued, practically spinning in

the security guards approached. "Mr. Sinclair, someone sent you a photograph. They claim it shows... Well they say it shows Miss Spencer

guard rushed through his report, keeping his

If she stepped out of line, he would personally break her legs. Even if she was at the police station now, he'd bail her out just to do it himself. As Kenneth flipped the photo over, his eyebrow twitched. "Damn Who said I'm

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silently, wondering

headed upstairs, pulling out

buzzed overhead in the Dellanex police station. Tracy, the assistant, had just finished recounting the incident. Emily sat beside her, face masked, a picture of

offered some reassuring words. This kind of thing happened often in the entertainment world - obsessive

amount

bring her in. We'll get to the bottom

a victim as she sat on the couch, clutching a glass

is. She's from the slums, you know. She must have gone crazy with greed to try and blackmail our artist for seven million dollars. Surely that's enough to lock her up for good, right?" Steven's brow furrowed at the mention of "slums". It was true that the area was known for its uneducated residents who often engaged in illegal activities.

Ophelia was escorted into the office by two officers, she found Emily, masked and wide-eyed, staring at her in

Ophelia scoffed. This time, you're not just scratching the

at her and yelled, "It's her, Steven. She's

like someone who'd have any connection to the slums. But appearances could be deceiving. "Are you Ophelia? Show me your

cold laugh. "Steven, why don't you just round up all

words. Such blatant

her ID, but it was facing down, hiding her personal

We all know you're slum trash. Stop trying to hide

1. up.

blade, cutting through the air towards Tracy.

inching closer to the cap. "Steven, you seeing this? She's giving me the creeps. This is exactly how

back. "Just hand me the ID. His tone was severe, either annoyed by the chaos or perhaps disdainful of Ophelia's background. Either way, he

Barlin Road, Dellanex West End.] It was

craned her neck to look, and upon realizing it wasn't the West End slurns, she quickly grabbed the ID

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possible? She showed the ID to Emily, whose brow furrowed

00058%

be Emily pondered. 'Isn't Ophelia supposed to be the

if he'd been deceived. He looked

her expression remaining

years ago to ensure Ophelia could attend school. Her grandmother had traded a hand-made dress for it, an act that ultimately cost her eyesight. Steven took the ID from Emily and handed it back

at the open door. Everyone in

in the doorway, and behind him was a

His brow, however, was stern and unyielding. With amber eyes hinting at a mixed heritage,

he sized up

had been a special guest. In his six-year career, he had

lost a case.

an entirely new light. If she can retain such a heavyweight in the legal world,' he pondered, 'she must be quite something herself.

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