The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 9

The only time Celeste had ever encountered a swing in her childhood was watching her father push her younger brother at the park.

When her brother grew bored and hopped off, Celeste had eagerly approached, only to be kicked down by her father.

“Even if your brother doesn’t want it anymore, that doesn’t mean you can take it.”

Her brother, seeing her sprawled and bleeding on the ground, had picked up stones to throw at her while laughing and clapping. “Servants belong on the ground! Crawl where you belong!”

He’d learned that from some TV show. But at home, Celeste was treated little better than a servant–Even moving to the city were solely so she could take care of her brother.

Sitting on the swing now, that memory remained painfully vivid.

Celeste was acutely aware that all this happiness she was experiencing rightfully belonged to Ophelia Belmont.

She clenched her jaw and forced herself to keep smiling.

Lysander remained oblivious, continuing to push her without noticing her discomfort.

Eventually, when he was convinced she’d had enough of the swing, he finally stopped.

He showed her around the entire villa, ending outside the master bedroom, where he pushed open the door.

“Ophelia, are you tired? Let’s have a break.”

Then he pulled her close, attempting to kiss her. Inhaling the rich lily fragrance on her skin, desire darkened his eyes.

up her neck, carefully lifting her onto

proceed further, Celeste turned her face away. Her complexion paled as she pressed her

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got back, and I’m not feeling great. Not tonight, okay? I’m just

as her fingers clutched the

perfume still lingered in the air, as if she were somehow

now it would feel like a betrayal of

already died in the bed of the old man she’d been sold

heavily

want. We’ll wait until you’re ready, I just want you

As she got up to freshen herself, she deliberately picked up one of

are these? They’re not really my style.”

makeup… I wouldn’t use these brands. Did another woman stay in

wrong bedroom? Maybe we should find

Lysander’s heart skipped a beat before he quickly explained. “Oh, right. This is

up. My cousin stayed here for a few weeks before you came

it,

ready to dump them in the

hand,

she ever visits again, she’ll have something to wear.”

but glanced back at Navier’s belongings