Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 65

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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

reason for it, but it was as if she was seeing the man who had died

she would

towards the nightstand, only to grasp at empty

been burning with passion, gradually cooled. His chest rose and fell with restrained desire, and Ophelia understood they

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

of running water echoed from

mused, has even

water continued to run in the bathroom, two soft knocks gounded

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

brow furrowed, a shadow falling over his

never do such a thing!" Lisa

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

rushed through his report, keeping his

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

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wondering why

and headed upstairs,

overhead in the Dellanex police station. Tracy, the assistant, had just finished recounting the incident. Emily sat

often in the entertainment

amount this time

to the

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

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?" Steven's brow furrowed at the mention of "slums". It was true that the area was known for its

office by two officers, she found

This time, you're not just scratching the

"It's

slums. But appearances could be deceiving. "Are you

why don't you just round up all these slum-dwellers. It'd save us from letting these low-lifes tarnish Dellanex's

even flinch at Tracy's words. Such blatant discrimination against slum residents was apparently

was facing

sneered. "Too scared to show it? We all know you're

1. up.

her eyelids, her gaze as sharp as a blade, cutting through the air towards Tracy. Even a saint

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

hand me the ID. His tone was severe, either annoyed by the chaos or

West End.] It was not the West

wasn't the

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this possible? She showed the ID

00058%

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

if he'd been deceived. He looked Emily

Ophelia asked, her expression

deep significance. It was obtained by her grandmother 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 to Ophelia. When he gazed at her again, the earlier judgment

knocks sounded at the open door. Everyone

doorway, and behind him

was stern and unyielding. With amber eyes hinting at a mixed heritage, he radiated a sense of elite professionalism. "Adams West," he said, extending his hand. "I represent

Rising from his seat, he sized up the imposing figure at the door, bis mind working. Adams West? The internationally renowned

a legal segment on Dellanex TV where Adams had

lost a case.

retain such a heavyweight in the legal world,' he pondered, 'she

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