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.

kisses up her neck, carefully lifting

as he was about to proceed further, Celeste turned her face away. Her complexion paled

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I’m not feeling great.

her face flushing as her fingers clutched the bedsheet,

scent of Navier’s perfume still lingered in the air,

now it would feel like a

Celeste would likely have already died in the bed of

heavily but making no

whatever you want. We’ll wait until you’re ready, I just want you to be happy,”

she got up to freshen herself, she deliberately picked up one of Navier’s

these? They’re not really my

the makeup… I wouldn’t use these brands. Did

bedroom? Maybe we

he quickly explained. “Oh, right. This is actually

mixed up. My cousin stayed here for a

don’t like it, I’ll throw everything out.”

and makeup, ready to dump them in

hand, smiling understandingly.

it. If she ever visits again, she’ll have something

but glanced back at