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Though, she didn't stop searching. She flipped the switch on and grabbed a pair of scissors, looking at Agnes with a crazy yet charming smile. "Let's get cutting." "Huh?" Agnes' face turned ugly. ★★★★★ Ophelia was hiding by a pillar, making sure that she was out of view for anyone to see. She watched Clara and Agnes leave earlier and quickly hastened her footsteps to Clara's room. Luckily for her, the door wasn't unlocked. "What a perfect day." She whispered and smiled mysteriously before pulling down the handle.

I must say this Kelly is not as simple she seems but who cares? Moving past her petite body, I nudged the door open and to say this place was small would be an exaggeration. It was simple. Just simple. "Kelly, who is it? I don't get why you are yet to close to the door..." Ophelia's voice boomed from behind me I turned around to look at her. She had an handkerchief in her hand and her eyes widened in shock. Damn right. You should be! PART THREE ~Ophelia's POV~

Chapter 7 Ophelia remained in the poorly lit room, running her fingers along the boundaries of the spellbook placed on the table in front of her. She possessed a peaceful and sharp mind. She had completed the necessary tasks, but now she must guarantee that everything went as planned. There was one final move left to do—and she would require Mack's assistance to achieve it. Mack stepped into the room, feeling the noticeable tension between them following their recent discussion with Azalea. Closing the door softly, he looked at Ophelia's face searching for any emotion. However, as per usual, she was impossible to interpret.

"Victoria, these are serious allegations about Ophelia's mental health. Do you really have documentation that supports these claims?" I smiled, knowing that I had saved the most devastating evidence for last. From my portfolio, I pulled out a manila envelope containing copies of medical records, therapy reports, and hospital documentation that would destroy any remaining support for Ophelia's inheritance claim. "I have complete medical records from Ophelia's marriage period, including documentation of a miscarriage that resulted from domestic violence, therapy session transcripts describing her emotional breakdown and inability to function, and psychiatric evaluations that recommended extend

I swear, it sounded like it was whispering to me, calling to me. So, without thought, I reached out, my hand trembling as it went for the book. But before I could make contact, a hand grabbed mine, pulling me back from the brink. Startled, I looked up to see Ophelia standing beside me, her eyes wide with concern. "What the heck are you doing here?" she demanded, her grip tightening on my hand. "I... I don't know," I stammered, my mind still reeling from the strange trance the book seemed to have put me under. "I was just... wandering around, waiting for the Supreme."

Ophelia I woke up to a knock at the door. It unlocked and Lana walked in holding a white tray. “Good morning Ophelia.” she smiled, walking over to the bed. “Good morning Lana.” As she set the tray on the table, I got out of bed and walked over to take a seat in the chair. “This looks good. What is it?” “This is fried eggs with kielbasa topped with dill. You also have blinis with mixed fruit jam. And you also have black tea.”

“You don’t have a truth. You just have a grudge. You’re using me to get to him because you know he actually cares about my safety.” Without another word... Ophelia turned her back on the shadows. She didn’t take the book. She didn’t look at the grave. She walked out of the mouth of the mine... leaving the riddles and the darkness behind.

When she was done, I had taken two steps back, my eyes closely monitoring her for any more outbursts. A few moments passed without any more from her. Ophelia hid my books in silence, but when she turned towards me once more, my heart tore in two, and I was ready to discard this plan altogether. Her eyes had become glossy, and her slightly parted lips told me that she could start crying at any given moment. “You know what, you’re right. You should have fun and experiment while you can because I am sure that the moment I’m out of this house, mother and father would have you married to a withered lord next.”

Ophelia said. “Your teacher said that?” Her mom asked with eyes dilated in surprise. Ophelia looked at her and nodded negatively. “I read it in a book.” She replied. Her mother sighed. “We can’t leave, and besides, where would we go.” She said. “Go back to sleep, and I will use the guest room.” She said and took Ophelia back to her room. “Sleep tight.” Her mom said and switched off the light immediately. As she was about to leave, Ophelia caught hold of her hands. She stopped and looked at her.

I couldn't believe I was tricked, and all this sham about a goddess I didn't believe in had made me a fugitive. Tears started pooling in my eyes as I stared at both the stranger and the orb I had placed on his chest. I wanted to remove it, but I prayed for the last time that this thing might work on him. My faith in the entire thing was very little, but I hoped that Goddess Natalí heard my plea as I placed it back with a small prayer. My tears dropped on the orb, and before my eyes, it started melting while shining brightly. It became a liquid substance and wrapped itself around my fingers like a cat demanding attention from its owner.