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.

Tracy chimed in, "Steven, you have no idea how brazen that woman 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?" Chapter 65

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

heart ached uncontrollalily. There was no logical reason for it, but it was as if she was seeing the man

moments, Ophelia felt she

masculine hand reached towards the nightstand, only to grasp

understood they had run out of condoms. Ophelia's delicate arms wrapped around Kenneth's neck as she planted delicate kisses on his

restraining Ophelia as she tried to seduce him. He wrapped her in the blanket and rolled

the sound of running

has even more self-control

run in the bathroom,

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

furrowed, a shadow

Miss Spencer would never do such a thing!" Lisa continued, practically spinning in

someone sent you a photograph. They claim it shows... Well they say it shows Miss Spencer with a toyboy she's

guard rushed through his report, keeping his head

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

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only fret silently, wondering why

Kenneth turned and headed upstairs, pulling out his phone to make

station. Tracy, the assistant, had just finished recounting the incident. Emily sat beside her, face masked,

words. This kind of thing happened often in the

amount this time was quite

in. We'll get to the bottom

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

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

by two officers, she found

This time, you're not just scratching the

"It's her, Steven. She's

The girl before him didn't look like someone who'd have any connection to the slums. But appearances could be deceiving. "Are you Ophelia? Show me your ID, please One glance at her ID would reveal whether she was from

her bag. Tracy let out a cold laugh. "Steven, why don't you just round up all these slum-dwellers. It'd save us from letting these

officer didn't even flinch at Tracy's words. Such blatant discrimination against slum residents was apparently

was facing down, hiding her

We all know you're slum trash. Stop trying to hide it and hurry. We don't

1. up.

gaze as sharp as a blade, cutting through the air towards Tracy.

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

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

address read: (4702, 226 Barlin Road, Dellanex West End.] It

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

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She showed the

00058%

can't be Emily pondered. 'Isn't Ophelia supposed to be the girl the Hastings

he'd been deceived. He looked Emily and

asked, her expression remaining cool

Steven took the ID from Emily and handed it back to Ophelia. When he gazed at her again, the earlier judgment was gone but he still held the wariness reserved for suspects. "Ophelia, we've heard you possess a video of Ms. Hastings and are

lips curled slightly, but before she could answer, two knocks sounded at the open door. Everyone

behind him was

man stood about six feet three, with soft yet defined features. His brow, however, was stern and unyielding. With amber eyes hinting at a mixed heritage, he radiated a sense of elite

up the

Dellanex TV where Adams had been a

lost a case.

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

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