Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 

After Sophia finished speaking, she immediately locked eyes will Owen. I was just casually saying, but really, with a little. manipulation, this could be handled. There’s no other option now, right? I guess poor Emily will just have to bear the burden 

Sophia pretended to be offering sincere advice, acting as though she was genuinely trying to help them. “Mr. Hastings, I know you value your reputation and wouldn’t want to sacrifice your daughter’s happiness unless absolutely necessary. How about this–leave it to me. I hate seeing the constant conflict in your family” 

“You always know what to do. Heather grasped Sophia’s hand, her face full of gratitude. 

The difference between Heather and Sophia was stark. At this moment, just seeing Heather filled Owen with disgust and revulsion. He thought. If it weren’t for Heather’s family’s influence, why would I have married such a fool instead of Sophia 

Meanwhile, a luxurious yacht was anchored in the middle of the sea. 

On the deck, a man tightly bound suddenly shuddered awake, the breeze jolting him to consciousness. Terrified, he glanced around and saw nothing but endless ocean, causing his entire body to tremble in fear. “Wh–who are you?” 

Ophelia emerged from the cabin, draped in a black coat. At the sight of his repulsive face, memories of the tragic end of her previous life flashed vividly in her mind. “Mr. Noyes, it’s been a while.” 

Ronald looked up, and when he saw Ophelia’s innocent face, lust flickered in his gaze. He quickly remembered. Isn’t this the girl who was supposed to be my entertainment last night? But she failed to show up in my room. 

Ronald said, “Have we met before? We don’t have any grudges. Why did you bring me here? Look, let me go, and I’ll give you whatever you want. He wriggled, utterly clueless about Ophelia’s intentions. 

“Really? You’ll give me anything I want?” Ophelia blinked, her tone as innocent as a child’s 

Seeing this, Ronald grinned, sleazy. “Of course,” he said, his tone laced with lecherous deceit. 

“Then I’ll take your life,” Ophelia replied, her harmless smile widening. Her doe–like eyes narrowed slightly as if she were joking, but their coldness sent chills down Ronald’s spine. 

Ronald shuddered. “Wh–what kind of joke is this?” 

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Ophelia asked. 

Caleb and Barrett stepped forward from either side, binding Ronald’s hands apart like a prisoner about to be tortured. Before Ronald could respond, a strip of black tape was slapped across his mouth, silencing him. Terrified, he looked at Ophelia as he tried to retreat, but his body was immobilized. 

“Mrs. Sinclair, it’s about to get messy. Perhaps you’d prefer to rest in the cabin,” Caleb suggested. 

“No need,” Ophelia replied calmly, her expression unchanged. Her clear eyes, though, were frosted with an icy determination. She wanted to witness it–watch as Ronald died helplessly, just as she had in her previous life. 

Caleb raised a whip soaked in seawater and lashed it across Ronald’s body again and again 

Ronald’s screams echoed, but no one would hear out in the desolate sea or come to his rescue. His clothes were soon shredded, his skin torn and bleeding. Just like Ophelia had been 

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Chapter 115 

Each time Ronald passed out from the pain, Barrett would douse him with a bucket of seawater, forcing him back into consciousness. The torment was unbearable. His bloated, grotesque face flushed and paled as he silently screamed. 

“That should do it.” Ophelia finally said, pulling out a knife and tossing it to Caleb. 

Caleb quickly took the knife, discarding the whip as he began stabbing Ronald methodically in various parts of his body. Each stab was shallow, not deep enough to kill, but enough to make him bleed profusely. 

In no time, Ronald’s body looked like a honeycomb, riddled with holes, with no untouched spot left. 

Ronald convulsed in pain, his eyes half–closed, barely clinging to life. 

“Attach the sandbags and throw him into the sea, Ophelia ordereil. 

“Got it,” Caleb and Barrett responded, promptly setting to work 

As Ophelia turned and walked back into the cabin, Barrett muttered to Caleb while untying the ropes, “Who would’ve thought someone as innocent and sweet–looking as Mrs. Sinclair could be this ruthless? She even knows about using sandbags to sink him. You think Mr. Sinclair can handle her at home?” 

Caleb shot Barrett a warning look. “Shh! You’d better watch your mouth. She might decide you’re next” 

Barrett instantly shut up. 

A loud splash echoed as water erupted from the sea. The surface was quickly stained with blood. At this moment, Ronald ceased to exist. 

Ophelia watched it all unfold with a cold, detached gaze, exhaling slowly. Unconsciously, she became more and more like Kenneth in her ways. 

The next day, news broke that the Lewis and Hastings families would unite through marriage, with the wedding set for three days later. 

It was happening at nearly the same time as in Ophelia’s previous life, but this time, everything felt worlds apart. 

It was close to holidays, and few people got married at this time 

The wedding was rushed, and nothing was properly prepared–there were no engagement photos, and even the wedding dress was rented. 

Emily stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself in the wedding gown. The marks on her skin hadn’t yet faded, so she couldn’t wear anything revealing. She had to cover herself from head to toe. Her eyes brimmed with hatred, no longer the naive girl she once was. 

Emily reminded herself that she had to survive, for revenge awaited her. She needed to ensure that Ophelia met a miserable. end, and she had to stay alive to see it through.