Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

luxurious mall, her outfit stuck out like a sore thumb.

Kenneth had Ophelia's clothes picked out to be simple and understated, very much like Emily's style. But Ophelia wasn't a fan. Over the past few days, she'd been wearing the clothes she brought herself-faded jeans and a slightly yellowish white shirt. In the middle of the Still, she walked into one of the high-end stores with her head held high, not caring one bit what anyone thought.

Inside, the sales assistants were busy attending to different customers, while the store manager, a woman named Serena Chapman, stood idle.

"Hello, welcome in, Serena greeted politely, though her eyes couldn't hide the flicker of disdain when she took in Ophelia's worn-out look. She kind of looked like a broke high schooler. But Serena's smile remained perfectly professional.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Miss, the discount section is over here, and the fitting rooms are right this way. Feel free to try whatever you like in there," she said, turning her back and signaling for a new sales assistant to take over.

The new assistant, Aria Williamson, was all sunshine and enthusiasm as she gave Ophelia a quick once-over. "Wow, Miss. you've got such an amazing figure and a perfect tan-you're like a natural model. Everything would look fabulous on you. Let me grab something from our latest runway collection that'll fit you perfectly

With that, Aria dashed off and returned with a forest green gown. With a subtle embroidered hem, it was simple yet elegant. perfectly complementing Ophelia's relaxed style.

But this kind of forest green wasn't a color just anyone could pull off.

As Aria was about to show it to Ophelia, Serena stepped in with a smirk. "Are you crazy? That gown costs six grand. You think she can afford that? Show her the sale items and move her along.

Ophelia, unfazed, asked coolly, "What clothes are on sale?"

Serena's fake smile widened as she thought, 'I knew it

"Oh, over here. And these too," Aria, still in her element, chimed in. "This section has last season's collection. Two pieces are 15% off, and three are 40% off.

Ophelia remained expressionless. "I'll take everything that's not on sale. Get me all of them in an 5*

"You want to try them on first? It makes sense, clothes should feel comfortable when worn Aria suggested, still smiling, while Serena's face hardened in frustration and impatience.

Serena, however, snapped, "Sorry, Miss, but our store operates on a membership basis. You have to be a member to try on the new arrivals." Her tone sounded as if Ophelia was going to make them dirty by trying them on.

Ophelia didn't bother arguing. "No need to try them. Pack these up. And this row too," she said casually, motioning toward an entire rack of clothing

The store fell into a stunned silence. The customers who were trying on clothes and the other staff stopped what they were doing, staring in disbelief. The cheapest item on that rack cost thousands, yet Ophelia spoke as if she were buying groceries in a supermarket. "Excuse me? You want all of them?" Aria's e

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were wide, sure she'd misheard.

Ophelia didn't explain. She simply pulled out a sleek black card and handed it over. "S size"

Aria was too shocked to react, but Serena's eyes lit up as if she'd just won the lottery. She practically lunged forward. her smile so wide that it nearly reached her ears.

That wasn't just any card-it was a bank card with unlimited spending worldwide. There were less than ten of these in the world. Even if Ophelia's was a supplementary card, it was still a rare sight.

"Of course, Miss We'll have everything packed up for your right away, Serena said eagerly, reaching out for the card. But just as she was about to take it. Ophelia pulled it back slightly and handed it directly to Aria instead.

Td like her to ring me up, Ophelia sand coolly, her gaze landing on the gown Serena had dismissed earlier. "And I take that dress to the fitting room, please

Serena's face flushed red with embarrassment. She forced an awkward smile but couldn't hide her frustration. She knew the couldn't afford to offend Ophelia and had no choice but to watch helplessly as the massive sale slipped right through her fingers. were Nathan

As Ophelia stepped into the fitting room, the door barely closed before another pair entered the boutique. They were and Emily.

"Nathan, I heard this store just got in a runway piece from Fashion Week. I really want to try it, Emily said, her voice sugary sweet, yet with a hint of entitlement.

"Go ahead, try it on. If you like it, I'll buy it for you. No need to hold back, Nathan replied, his tone casual but carrying an air of indulgence. Dressed in a garish pink suit that emphasized his tanned skin, Nathan was clearly used to getting what he wanted. "Besides, you've got that charity auction with Dad tonight. You need to look stunning

"You're the best," Emily beamed, her waves of glossy hair tumbling over her shoulders, perfectly paired with the elegant white gown she wore. She turned to the saleswoman with a dazzling smile. "Could you please bring me that runway piece?"

"I'm terribly sorry, miss," the saleswoman said with a polite bow of her head. "But someone is already trying that gown on, and it's the only one we have in stock."

Emily's expression faltered slightly, a puff of air escaping her lips as she tried to hide her disappointment. Still, she quickly composed herself and pointed to another gown. "Alright, then I'll try this one."

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The saleswoman, however, looked even more uncomfortable. Trn afraid that's also been sold, as well as these new arrivals in this section. You're welcome to take a look at our sale items." Emily's practiced smile slipped, her face paling in disbelief. Sale items? Did she really just tell me to look at sale items?

She bit her lip, anger bubbling under the surface, but her demure persona held her back from lashing out in public. Instead, she lowered her head and then shot Nathan a helpless, wounded look, the perfect picture of a mistreated princess, Nathan wasn't one to tolerate seeing his precious sister upset. His voice hardened as he turned to the saleswoman. "What kind of joke is this? She wants to try on a gown, and you tell her that she can't? Do you think we can't afford it?"

The saleswoman stammered, trying to diffuse the situation, "I apologize, sir. If you'd like, I can take down your information. and we'll notify you as soon as we get new stock-

"No. She's trying something on today," Nathan cut in, his stance rigid with entitlement.

Just then, the door to the fitting room creaked open, drawing every eye in the room. Everyone in the shop fell silent. All eyes turned to the figure, Ophelia, standing in front of the mirror, an epitome of grace and beauty, commanding the room's attention without uttering a single word. Dressed in that coveted runway gown, her presence was magnetic. The deep forest green fabric hugged her silhouette like it had been custom-made for her, enhancing her flawless skin and highlighting her perfect curves.

Under the soft lights, her elegant neck shimmered like a swan's, and her cold, refined beauty seemed almost predatory- impossible to ignore, a force of nature.

Aria, who was about to pack up all the other clothes Ophelia had purchased, stood rooted to the spot for a long while. momentarily speechless.

When she finally managed to speak, her voice was full of awe. I told you, that gown looks incredible on you. You wear it even better than the models did," she gasped, quickly speeding up her packing with newfound enthusiasm.

Emily, too, was struck by Ophelia's beauty, knowing full well that she wouldn't have pulled off the same effect. But when her eyes focused on who was wearing the gown, her expression instantly soured. She quickly masked the jealousy that burned in her eyes and asked softly, trying to sound casual. "Nathan, isn't that.... Elia""

Nathan's initial look of admiration twisted into disdain the moment he recognized her. "Ophelia? What the hell are you doing here! You think you belong in a place like this?"

Ophelia met his gaze through the mirror, her expression indifferent, distant. The sight of Nathan in his ridiculously tacky pink suit didn't faze her in the slightest

She turned to Serena, the manager. Ill be wearing this out"

5:42 PM

Serena, eager to please, hurried to remove the tag. But before she could, Nathan stormed forward, his face twisted in a mix of arrogance and fury after he got completely ignored..

He frowned. "Hold on a second. Ophelia, what do you think this is? A Tree-for-all? You think you can just try on whatever you want? Or do you expect our family to foot the bill for your little shopping spree?"