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.”

force it was as if he wanted to merge her into

very being.

He rested his chin in the crook of her neck as silent tears rolled down his cheeks, falling onto her skin–so cold they made her shiver.

in her stomach, but she

and gently patted his

know. I know you waited. So I fought hard

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a split second, Celeste feared he would see through the

But then-

wrapped his arms around her again, his voice

you really came back! I’m not dreaming, am I? You must’ve suffered so much. But don’t worry, Ophella. I’ll never let you go again.”

team has found a way to cure it now. This

lose you again.”

Celeste relaxed, smiling softly and nodding.

held Celeste’s hand

around the villa.

cold like a ghost’s. Ophelia really had returned!

nothing else mattered. Having her

these lilies in the garden myself. I remember they were your favorites. Seven years,

When we were together, you said you wanted a swing in our future home. You wanted me to push you on it. Would you like to try