The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 18

  • 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.”

  • his arms with such force it was as if

  • very being.

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

  • but she played her part flawlessly.

  • and gently patted his

  • I know. I know you waited. So I fought

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  • split second, Celeste feared he would see through the

  • But then-

  • arms around her again, his

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

  • research team has found a way to cure

  • lose you again.”

  • relaxed, smiling

  • had completely vanished. He held Celeste’s hand tightly

  • around the villa.

  • not cold like a ghost’s. Ophelia really had returned!

  • Having her by his side was all that mattered.

  • remember they were your favorites. Seven years, and I never

  • said you wanted a swing in our future home. You wanted

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