The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 8

The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal as Navier joined the line of passengers

onto the plane.

As the aircraft lifted off, she watched the city shrink beneath her and silently whispered to herself:

“Goodbye forever, Lysander Vanderbilt.”

She felt no curiosity about what might unfold at Dusktale Villa. Gazing out the window at the passing clouds, she felt lighter than she had in years.

Meanwhile, Celeste’s lips curved into a smile she had practiced countless times. With elegant

gentleness, she pressed her fingers against Lysander’s temples.

“Lysander, you should stop drinking. You’ll have a terrible headache.”

Hearing that voice–familiar yet somehow different–Lysander froze. The whiskey bottle slipped from his hand, but he couldn’t process what was happening.

-Only when the bottle shattered on the floor, shards cutting into his leg, did the pain jolt him back to

reality.

His mind reeled in confusion. Was this a dream? A hallucination? Or…?

“Ophelia? Is it… is itreally you? You came back… I waited for you. I never stopped waiting. Seven years, Ophelia–I never forgot you.”

was as if he wanted to merge her

very being.

his voice trembled. He rested his chin in the crook of her neck as silent tears rolled down

felt revulsion churning in her stomach, but she

gently patted his back.

me. I’m back now. I know. I know you waited. So I fought hard to

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second, Celeste feared he would

But then-

arms around her again, his voice shaking with

not dreaming, am I? You must’ve suffered so much. But don’t worry, Ophella. I’ll never let you

disease that took you–my research team has found a way to cure it now. This time, I won’t

lose you again.”

this, Celeste relaxed, smiling softly and nodding.

Celeste’s hand tightly as

around the villa.

hand was warm, not cold like a ghost’s. Ophelia

back, nothing else mattered. Having her by

I remember they were your favorites. Seven

swing in our future home. You wanted me to push you