The Reason Why Ophelia Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

Her heart skipped a beat without warning, making her freeze on the spot. “That would also be a good thing; to finally die! I would rather die than continue living like a slave.” Ophelia quickly shook her head, channeling her thoughts from her past to the present. Holding her breath, she slowly opened the door that creaked with pity as she peeked at the moon and the darkness outside. “It is now or never!” She breathed before pressing her lips together and looked around for a guard’s presence but there wasn’t any. They were distracted — there had been a rumour that they were off somewhere in the dark taking advantage of the newly recruited Omegas.

"That's why your mother left." "That can't be the end of the story," I leaned forward. "You can't expect me to believe that this is all to it." "All you need to know is that Ophelia went to great length to get the power she has now. That's why she was banished. The temple can't grant her access. Its magic is very ancient." "Even if she gets enough power like that of a deity," "Where did you get that from?" she asked. "I don't know."

It crept back in even when I was certain I had banished it. In my thoughts the vision of Julian and Ophelia standing together came unexpectedly. They seemed correct. Stable. Like two individuals, on footing looking toward a shared destiny. I had always realized Ophelia was the option. Brighter. More secure. She wasn’t burdened by the scent of medicine, wasn't weighed down by schedules packed with appointments, and wasn't haunted by multiple fears of losing. She had a life that continually progressed something I could hardly envision for myself at present.

"It was something I kept to myself. But maybe I should have shared it sooner." Helen reached for her mother’s hand, squeezing it tightly. As Veronica and Helen held each other, quietly comforting one another, Olivia's mind wandered. Ophelia’s story was troubling, yes, but it wasn’t just the emotional weight of it that unsettled her. There was something oddly familiar about it. The more Olivia thought about it, the more a strange sense of coincidence crept into her mind. Her brows furrowed as questions began to swirl. What were the odds?

'One should teach their kids not to be so talkative, it might put them in a lot of trouble' Ophelia thought evilly and grinned at her reflection in the mirror. Though Khloé was acting like every normal child, it was this flaw that made Ophelia hate children. Ophelia hated herself as a child and simply wanted to grow older and destroy those who ruined her life. It gave her gladness and pleasure, ruining the little brats that made her childhood hell. The sight of them disgusted her. She also brought out a bottle of poison and a syringe. She opened the bottle of poison and injected the syringe into it. She closed the bottle and gazed at the yogurt.

After that, she left the town, never to be seen again. The history I had been told was wrong. Ophelia was never burned to death as history recorded. She had retreated, hidden from the world, broken beyond repair—alone and lost until she died weeks later from poisoning. The truth was lost to time, swept away by those who sought to erase the past.

She looked nothing like the lively child who used to run through the halls laughing. My legs carried me forward on their own. I knelt beside the bed, careful not to disturb her, and gently took her hand. It was warm. Relief washed over me so fast it nearly made me dizzy. “This sickness,” I said slowly. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?” Ophelia didn’t answer right away. Finally, she said, “It’s because the pack is unbalanced. And you are part of restoring that balance.” “And now things are going to go in the direction it should have gone without delay.”

Ophelia fell on her knees and wept bitterly she cried as if the end was near, Recollecting all the memories they had. “The first day they met” “The first day they kissed” “The first day he apologized to her” and lastly “The first day they made out” All the memories seem true to her but why is it all ending so soon? Even if it is a contract marriage she wishes to continue, Her life with Rome is all that she ever wished for but why is Celine taking it from her again?

Ophelia was a mistake from the start, and if Jane hadn't been so foolish, she would still be here, and everything would be different. But no. I was alone, left to pick up the pieces while Ophelia, the cause of it all, was probably out there, living her life without a care in the world. I wondered what had become of her. She disappeared after Ryan and Vivian's wedding, but I knew better than to think she was gone for good. Ophelia had a way of surviving, of slipping through the cracks. Part of me hoped she was dead, that she'd finally met the end she deserved. It would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? The child that destroyed my life, gone forever. I could finally put everything behind me and