The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 29

  • Chapter 20

  • “Really? Then explain why you were living at Navier’s Lakeside Villa during that whole month–long divorce waiting period.”

  • Lysander hurled his phone into Celeste’s lap. On screen was the damning investigation report about

  • her.

  • “If I hadn’t dug deeper, I’d still be in the dark.”

  • “You and Navier coordinated quite brilliantly. This whole Ophelia impersonation act–you were betting I’d go soft over that face of yours, weren’t you?”

  • He gripped Celeste’s throat violently, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of conflicting emotions, acting purely on instinct.

  • Though tears involuntarily sprang from her eyes from the pain, Celeste remained remarkably composed. Instead of panic, she displayed her first genuine smile in days.

  • “Of course, you were supposed to fall for it. You love Ophelia, don’t you? I played my role perfectly. Why still chase after Navier? I can be your Ophelia–I’ll play that role for the rest of your life if that’s what you want.”

  • “Navier doesn’t love you anymore. She’s finally started a new chapter. Stop disrupting her life, Lysander.”

  • She said his name in Ophelia’s exact intonation.

  • Lysander reflexively loosened his grip on her throat, disgust churning inside him.

  • the red marks forming on her neck, he

  • Ophelia’s stand–in. I won’t love you, and I definitely won’t marry you!

  • final glare, signaled for his security team to watch her, then turned

  • or another, she owed

  • against the security team, trying to break

  • Ruined Bride of

  • 24.8

  • harm her, handled her with excessive care.

  • she made a desperate dash toward Lysander’s helicopter.

  • she was

  • already

  • pursue him

  • the helicopter shrink to a distant

  • a long, she finally regained her composure

  • she needed to accelerate her plans.

  • three days. He’d walked the Bond Street from the

  • like searching

  • streets did nothing to calm his

  • answers and bring

  • searched, the more elusive

  • to give up, convinced she’d left England, he spotted them on that same familiar boulevard: Navier and a foreign man walking hand–in–hand, unhurriedly crunching

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