Does Ophelia Kill Herself Novels & Stories

She walked in, and it felt like she had been transported back in time to that day, when Ariel was standing right there, just a few feet away, a scared little thing. She could see her even now, throwing her head back, and drinking the whole bottle of poison, and later, fighting, when her mother was shot dead anyway. Ophelia could still clearly see the struggle afterward, and how she left Ariel bleeding to die in this room. She frowned. Why had Ariel not told anyone what she had done to her yet? What was her overarching plan?

I just filled the crucial pain that came from is hit. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of the van because I had no one with me. I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know what I hate at the party that causes me to pass out and found myself in a van getting read to be hanged. My mind contemplated on so many things Ophelia walked for an hour, and Ophelia was the one behind My passing out, then did and sent Ophelia to do this to me?

Ophelia Hart had been married to Rowan Cabell for five years. He had been cheating on her for four and a half of those years. His list of mistresses could probably stretch all the way from Merion to Freeka, and the condoms he had gone through could practically wrap around the entire globe. However, Ophelia never made a scene. Whenever Rowan brought another woman to bed, she would quietly prepare a cup of warm water and a box of his favourite lemon-flavored condoms. When they were done, she would calmly arrange for the maid to clean the room. It was all because of the first rule in the Hart family’s code for women—'A husband’s infidelity is never an excuse for anger or confrontation.

But when she lifted her face There were marks. Bruises. Fresh. My steps slowed. “Iris,” Damon said. His voice held no warmth. “Ophelia has made a claim against you.” I looked at her. She raised her head slowly. Tears filled her eyes. “She tried to kill me,” she said. The words spread through the room. I shook my head. “No.” “She came to me with her scepter,” Ophelia continued. “She said I had taken everything from her.”

But he hadn't thought it would take so long or that she would prefer dying instead of leaving him. What was so special about Thane? Why couldn't she live without that bastard? She had him. He would do anything for her. Why couldn't she see that? He'd tried to rack through his brain for a reason she chose to do that but he came up empty. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't believe Thalia had killed herself because she found out about her husband's affair.

"With eyes burning in fury, his gray eyes colder than ever before shot at Ophelia. Ophelia trembled. The ball anklet fell from her, but she swiftly picked it up, shaking it to trigger Richard, but it didn’t move him. He approached choking her by the neck. The ball anklet fell from her as she struggled to breathe. "Today, I won’t spare you. I warned you before, touch Kristin and you’d see me get angry, and you thought I was joking!" He roared at her. Ophelia was still struggling to breathe, as Richard’s hand were firmly on her; he was ready to kill her.

Ophelia was driven insane by it until one night, she wrapped her arms around Lauren and jumped from the 20th floor. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. My life, at last, was full of light.

I will not let that happen, not when I am still alive" Ophelia shrilled her next plan out loud, a burning killer intent flashing in her eyes. ****** Later that night, Ophelia had put all her broken piece of glass and other materials aside. She took a shower to hopefully wash off the pain. Few minutes after her long bath, she walked into dressing room and picked up a transparent linen night gown that covered nothing but the hairs on her skin. Her round petite nipples pointed out, threatening to rip that part of the tight night gown open. Without the straining of the eyes, one could easily see every part of her body. She squirted her pleasant aromatic perfume before glaring at her figure in th

“What did you just say?” She stared at me for what seemed like eternity but shutting her eyes briefly, as if trying to shut off the reality of whatever had appeared in her mind. “You were never ordinary, Ophelia. I saw that potential in you from the very beginning, and while I have no answers to your questions. I do have a question for you…” I stared at her with no response, a muscle in my jaw ticking as her words rang through my mind: I saw that potential in you from the very beginning?

Bobby tried getting to her but died halfway, only Ophelia was alive, regretting deeply that she fell for her trick. “You could extort money for me and do a lot of things against me, of course, I couldn't allow that; I had to be smart and Ophelia you were an inspiration,” Amelia smirked. “Y-You bitch…” a tear slipped out of Ophelia's eyes, and she let out her last breath.