Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 102

Chapter 102

In the office, Kenneth rose from his wheelchair. His tall, lean frame exuded an intimidating presence as he took deliberate steps toward Emily.

"Mr. Sinclair..." Emily tightened her chin, her gaze lifting to meet his. Beneath her white fur coat, her cleavage peeked through.

Watching Kenneth inch closer, Emily couldn't contain her excitement. A man and a woman alone in a room-what he intended was obvious

"Mr. Sinclair, could you be a little gentler later?" Emily muttered, her face flushing red. She quickly lowered her head, her fone syrupy and contrived. "Sure," Kenneth replied.

The moment he agreed, Emily slid her coat halfway off her shoulder. Her manicured fingers, painted in a delicate pink. tentatively reached for Kenneth.

The next second, the cold barrel of a gun was pressed against Emily's forehead

"Do you think anyone who knows this secret is still alive?" Kenneth's voice was calm as if the gun in his hand were a casual

accessory.

Emily's hand recoiled in a flash. All color drained from her face as her eyes widened in terror.

"Mr. Sinclair, I-I wasn't trying to threaten you. I swear, I'm just.. I'm really desperate. I can pretend I never knew anything about this. Please, Mr. Sinclair, I'm begging you. Give me a chance. Emily pleaded. Her breath was quick, her mouth dry as she nervously swallowed. Trembling uncontrollably, she felt cold sweat drip down her back, and her face etched with fear

Emily must have lost her mind to bring up such a thing with Kenneth Looking at the gaping barrel aimed at her, she felt a chilling dread spread through her body,

Emily tried to step back, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor. She thought, 'Kenneth-what was I thinking. challenging someone like him? He wouldn't blink an eye before killing. He hadn't hesitated to cripple his own brother. Why would I think he'd spare me

Regret flooded Emily. If only she had never come here, never met Kenneth.

into the

was wrong, Mr. Sinclair. Please, I'm

ine. I was wrong

the office door swung open. Emily's eyes flickered with hope as

blank. She glanced back at Kenneth and realized he had already lowered the gun. She breathed a little easier. She thought.

want to share!" Ophelia asked, her voice light and cheerful. The tension in Kenneth's frame visibly eased the moment he saw Ophelia. The harsh edge to his features softened, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. "Did you drive here yourself?" He took the bags from her hands and placed them on the dining table, helping her

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in. What do you expect me to

smacking Ophelia on the backside, like a parent scolding a mischievous

the room,

gun had been aimed at her head.

inwardly, Ophelia? How is she worthy of this? Yet. Emily didn't dare utter a word. She was terrified the gun would be back in her face. Suddenly, a memory from the film set flashed through her mind. Ophelia and that young man always hanging around her... Could it be... Was that... Emily compared the figures and realized with

eyes casually scanning the decor of his office. It was only then that

her head and looked at Kenneth, who was leaning against his desk. "Honey, did 1 come at a bad time? Am I interrupting something?" Kenneth chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Ophelia's mischievous expression "You are." He pulled the gun

Ophelia cagerly took the gun, her hand dwarfed by his as he wrapped his fingers

his hand, his body pressed close behind her, Emily, who had been watching, felt an icy terror crawl up her

down her face as she groveled. "Ophelia, please. I was

gun was now pointed directly at Emily. She wanted to run, but her legs had already

A silenced

feel the heat of it graze her skin. Her breath hitched. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted

is no fun," Ophelia remarked, handing the gun back to Kenneth. Her clear and bright eyes seemed oddly innocent

couldn't help but think, 'Is this little fox

"Mark, Kenneth called out.

instant, Mark appeared

her out

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