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My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was starting to feel anxious, Melissa appeared out of nowhere. “Well, well, well, if it isn't the sneaky outcast,” she taunted. “You really don’t know when to give up, do you?” I ignored her, my eyes elsewhere. “You’re pathetic, you know that?” she continued, stepping closer. “You think just because Elliot looks at you, you’re worth something? Newsflash, Ophelia—you’re not.” I bit my lip, refusing to let her see how much her words hurt. “Just leave me alone, Melissa.”

My studies have just ended. Today was more arithmetic. It is a wonder how much math one must know to survive when owning something. I do not know how my ba could look at so many numbers. As I think I walk to the center of the village. I am heading to the shop of the seamstress to buy the next gift for Io. I hope that she likes the book I got her. It is my favorite out of all that I have read.

She treated the girl's wounds first, then made sure to give her water. “Drink, it will give you more strength,” Ophelia said with a smile, but beneath that smile was pure evil. She had poisoned the water, and Khloé had finally fallen into her wicked trap. 'Another one wasted' Ophelia cackled inwardly.

Would she be able to navigate this new challenge, or would she find herself trapped once again? Mrs. Dick had ulterior motives for hiring Ophelia. She intended to use Ophelia's youthful charm and beauty as bait to lure corrupt officials into approving her construction tenders. Mrs Dick's plan involved exploiting Ophelia, subjecting her to physical abuse and degradation, all in the name of securing business deals. Ophelia, unaware of the sinister plot, arrived at the party dressed in all black, ready to present her proposal. However, as the night wore on and she realized the true nature of the gathering, she became stunned and outraged.

I sighed and rolled my eyes whereas the tour guide simply giggled. "Where can we learn more about Ophelia?" she asked sweetly. "Oh well there are many books written about her in your local library. But if you're looking for something more personal, I have heard a rumor about the late Princess having her own personal journal. Unfortunately, no one is able to prove that it exist so I'm afraid it's only a rumor. Oh! One last thing before we move on" the tour guide then proceeded to walk over to a curtain and she grabbed the gold trimmed rope at it's side.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

Her dorm was in Sector C. And something — no, someone — was trying to send a message. By the time Ophelia reached her dorm, the air was thick with tension. The door was ajar. She moved carefully, fingers twitching with the readiness to strike, but her gift was already pinging — someone had tampered with her room, her things, her memories. She stepped inside. Everything looked intact. Her bed. Her shelves. The worn copy of Psychic Biowarfare: Vol 1 on her desk. But when she reached into her drawer, her notebook was gone.

Ophelia looked at Darryl and said, “Come with me.” She slowly walked down the battle stage with Darryl following behind her. They walked to the backstage where Ophelia halted her steps and turned herself toward Darryl. “Are you interested in visiting the Elixir Association?” Truth be told, Ophelia was a marvelous beauty. She was simply flawless from every perspective upon seeing her from such a close distance. She was tall, slim, had slender legs, and an exquisite face. There was not even one imperfection on her. Her maturity was simply alluring with the addition of her slightly curled long hair.

Ophelia knows she can’t force them to be together, so the only thing she can do is slightly make them come together. She looked at the sky and closed her eyes like she was praying. Then she came to her villa. When she entered the house, the house was clean. She could see the maid came and cleaned the place, so she went to find Keithia to take her to buy necessary things and maybe ask in school about the admission procedure. When she searched the entire house she didn’t see Keithia, so she went directly to her room, just as she opened her door, she was stunned. The room was so messy, like a garbage bin, drink cans, pizza boxes, some other food delivery boxes, everything scattered around in th

CHAPTER 36 Ophelia walked through several aisles in the library looking for a clue, hoping an item would trigger something or at least see something that looked like an ancient record-keeping book, hopefully with portraits. She needed to confirm she had not lost her mind. Was there maybe a hidden compartment in the library? She wondered as she broadened her search. She needed to move fast. She snuck out of the house and needed to sneak back in quickly before anyone noticed she was gone.