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.

a bullet being loaded into the chamber echoed sharply

scrambled backward, her voice trembling. "I was wrong,

ine. I was wrong

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

the gun. She breathed a little easier. She thought. But Ophelia? What is she doing here? Does she have a death

tension in Kenneth's frame visibly eased the

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it in. What do you expect me to do?

Kenneth replied, playfully smacking Ophelia on the backside,

room,

utterly dumbfounded, more shocked than when the gun had been aimed at her head. She thought,

accept it. She screamed 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 a start that the man from back then matched Kenneth

office. It was only

time? Am I interrupting something?" Kenneth chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Ophelia's mischievous expression "You are." He

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

from before Ophelia's rebirth flooded back. Kenneth placed a gun in her hand, just like now, avenging her enemies for her. But this time, she felt the warmth of his hand, his body pressed close behind her, Emily, who had been watching, felt an icy terror crawl up her spine. Rage boiled within her. She wanted to tear

Ophelia, all dignity abandoned. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she groveled. "Ophelia, please. I

She wanted to

silenced gunshot

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

back to Kenneth. Her

'Is this little

"Mark, Kenneth called out.

instant, Mark appeared

her out

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