Oh Oh Ophelia Novels & Stories

Ophelia spat repugnant words at me. "God I swear bitch I will kill you! Shut the fuck up!" Braden thundered, his anger like no other at this moment as it blazed down hot on Ophelia. "She is right" I whispered, a distant look settling in my eyes as I began processing her words.

“I… I was just going home to sleep yesterday…” Ophelia chuckled. Her smile was short-lived and faded as it gave way to gloom. “Dee, I don’t want to be separated from you anymore. Let’s be real. I don’t have much time left on Earth. How could I waste my precious time in a hospital when I can spend it with you?”

'I can't take this anymore,' she whispered to herself, her voice trembling As she read the document, Ophelia's emotions oscillated between tears and anger. She couldn't believe she was being held hostage by her signature. "How can I quit?" she thought, "How can I get rid of this sinister woman?" In her moment of despair, Ophelia reached out to the one person she trusted, Vicky. She cried out for help, "Vicky, please! Help me! Where are you?" Ophelia's plea was a testament to her desperation. She knew she couldn't face this alone and needed Vicky's support to navigate the treacherous situation.

Richard muttered thoughtfully. “That would be suicide,” Ophelia replied. “I know,” Richard replied. Ophelia was stunned that he readily agreed with her. Part of her expected him to say she was underestimating the Versipellis, but he didn’t. She was preparing a speech about how it would be suicide when he agreed, her mouth opened and closed several times before she shut it.

Ophelia stepped on stage, a little shaken by the conversation she'd had with Mr. Hades. The soft light on the Mines glowed just a bit. He stayed. He sat in his spot, but he seemed more invested in his business talks than usual. She grabbed the mic, her dress brushing along the stage. Ophelia sat in the chair, breathing in. • • • "Take me to the rooftop," His eyes snapped to hers. "I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue

her dismissive glance swept over Wren, from tousled hair down to pale, gripping fingers, “I don’t fight over random scumbags.” Wren recoiled as if slapped, her face contorting with an anger sharpened by frustration. “You’re not even the same Ophelia. You used to—” Ophelia paused with her hand on the door, cool and unruffled. “No. I’m not,” she murmured, cold satisfaction sharpening her smile. “And that should worry you.” She stepped out without looking back. Wren stared after her, quivering with indignation and confusion, the taste of defeat unexpectedly bitter.

Ophelia now sat back on the chair hoping she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself alive. It took her a while to realize the position that they were in and the amount of crying she did. Whenever her eyes catch a glimpse of the stain she left on Noah’s shoulder she is eaten up with shame.

“You think you’ve freed yourself, Erica… but you’ll never escape what you are. You’ll always be tainted… by me.” Erica felt a pang of sadness, not for Ophelia, but for everything lost—the years of torment, the lives damaged, the shattered bonds that had once meant family. “I’ll spend my life proving you wrong.” Ophelia’s breaths became shallow, her eyes dimming as the final moments slipped away. The woman who had haunted them both for so long, who had wreaked so much havoc, was gone. Her eyes finally glazed over, her body still, leaving only an eerie silence behind.

Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray a week ago, and my sister would be today. She had the audacity to send me the invitation, as if mocking my misery once more. She was relishing my pain, just like my father.

Ophelia's POV Sitting down in the lavishly furnished living room of Dominic Blackwood's home I couldn't help but recall my conversation with him at the hospital two days ago. "Let’s discuss our CONTRACT marriage, shall we?" He had said. "Contract marriage?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You see, Miss–" "Ophelia, my name is Ophelia," I corrected. "Aren't you supposed to be in a coma?" I asked, even though I know I sound stupid right now. He was standing in front of me, that's all the answers I should need.