Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 48

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Chapter 48 

Brock shouted, “I don’t care! I have to see Ophelia today, or I’ll kill myself right in front of you! He was nothing like his former self–hair a tangled mess, unshaven, looking like a drunken tramp. 

He pressed a bloodstained fruit knife against his neck, eyeing the surrounding police officers with a wary gaze. Meanwhile, Chloe stood behind the police, her arm injured from a cut, still waiting for the doctor to treat her wound. 

The glass that had covered the dress was shattered, leaving broken shards all over the ground. People passing through the mall gathered around to watch the spectacle. 

Ophelia walked in with purpose, the crowd parting to make way for her. 

As soon as she entered, she noticed Chloe’s arm, where bright red blood was seeping through her fingers. The doctor finally arrived, carrying a medical kit to tend to her wound. 

Ophelia’s gaze instantly sharpened, icy, and full of lethal intent “Didn’t you want to see me? Say what you need to.” 

Brock followed her voice and, the moment he saw her, became visibly more agitated. “Ophelia, it’s all your fault! It’s because of you that I’ve ended up like this!” 

“Because of me? Did I force you to plagiarize or did I make you steal my designs? Don’t blame me for your downfall.” Ophelia retorted, her voice thick with sarcasm, her gaze still cold. 

Before Brock could respond, she turned to the police officers, her eyes carrying an intimidating authority. “He’s already assaulted someone. Are you really afraid he’ll kill himself out of guilt? A coward like him, if he really wanted to die, he would’ve done it already.” 

Hearing that, the officers exchanged glances, ready to inch closer. But when Brock saw them, he panicked and retreated. “Stay back! Don’t come near me! Don’t you 

dare! 

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto Ophelia, and in one swift movement, he lunged at her. 

way. 

As a result, what should have been an easy escape for her was fouled as Brock grabbed her by the clothes, pulling her back. The sharp fruit knife was pressed against her smooth, delicate neck, and his arm clamped tightly around her shoulder. 

Watch out…” At that moment, someone from the crowd suddenly rushed forward, trying to push Ophelia out of the 

Heather turned pale, gasping in fear. “No! Don’t!” 

The police officers, who had been ready to act, hesitated and retreated when they saw Brock now had a hostage. “Don’t do anything rash!” 

Chloe, her bandage still unfinished, immediately stood up and ran over in panic. “Brock, what are you doing? If you want a hostage, take me! Let Ophelia go!” 

“All of you, back off!” Brock pushed the knife harder against Ophelia’s neck. 

Ophelia’s face remained calm as she gave Chloe a reassuring look. 

Taking a deep breath, Ophelia shifted her gaze to Heather, wondering, ‘Do I owe her something from a past life? If it weren’t for her sudden appearance, I could’ve lodged this. Still, it works out for me. 

Brock had completely lost his mind. His forehead was drenched in sweat, and he kept nervously swallowing, gasping for air in large breaths. He sneered, “You finally ended up in my hands Ophelia. You deserve this! How about I send you off, huh?” 

Brock pressed the tip of the knife deeper into Ophelia’s skin, and a drop of blood ran down her smooth, delicate, swan–like 

neck. 

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“No… Please don’t hurt my daughter. I–I’ll take her place as your hostage, Heather stammered, her face pale with fear as she spoke, trembling all over. 

Ophelia glanced over indifferently, her heart completely unmoved. To her, the so–called family bond that came so late was worth less than dirt, and besides, how much of it was even genuine? 

Brock stepped on the broken glass scattered on the ground, dragging Ophelia backward with him, step by step. He knew there was no escaping today and thought that even if he died, he would take Ophelia down with him. 

Brock fully blamed Ophelia for everything that had happened to him today. With that thought, he summoned all his strength, raising his hand to stab her in the neck. 

“Ah!” the people around them screamed in terror. 

But just then. Ophelia grabbed Brock’s wrist with a fierce grip as it came down toward her. 

In the next moment, there was a loud crack as his bone shattered. The knife slipped from his hand, and using the momentum. Ophelia flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him to the ground. 

“Ah!” Brock crashed onto the broken glass, curling up in agony from the pain. 

In just a few seconds, Ophelia’s swift and sharp moves left the nearby police officers feeling ashamed. It didn’t take long for them to restrain Brock, securing his hands and feet. 

Chloe quickly rush 

over, carrying a first aid kit to treat the wound on Ophelia’s neck, her concern written all over her face -there was no way she could fake that. 

Just as the police were about to take Brock away, Ophelia suddenly called out to them, “Can I say something to him?” 

Seeing the injury on her neck, the officers hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance, and then left one officer to keep Brock restrained 

Ophelia curled her lips into a sneer, her eyes still filled with icy contempt. “If I hadn’t let you take me hostage on purpose, how else could the police have had enough to convict you?” 

Brock’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe that the kind girl from the slums had become so ruthless. But above all, he felt nothing but rage. He shouted, “Ophelia! You did that on purpose! I’ll kill you-” 

But Brock was utterly immobilized, unable to move his hands or feet. He was thrown into the car like livestock being loaded