Ophelia

Ophelia

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1781. Ophelia Osbourne is anything but ordinary. Her grandfather, a polyglot valet of Prince Esterházy of Hungary, had escaped slavery in Barbados, claiming to be an African prince himself. Her father was a musical prodigy in London by the mere age of nine. Ophelia has always been told that her life's unique circumstances are a gift--but when she seems to suddenly lose everything in one swipe, she must find a way to salvage what's left of her world with the cards that have been dealt to her.
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Ophelia

"I'd jump after you into the pit of fire if I had to, Ophelia. Don't question that, and don't you ever ask me not to." ________________ Lilia thought she knew loneliness. She thought she understood grief. Haunted by a painful past, she kept running-from city to city, never looking back. All she wanted was a place where no one knew her. Then Dominic Brooks walked into her life. Chaotic, intense, and impossible to ignore, he and his makeshift family threatened to shatter every wall she'd built. But what unsettles her most isn't Dominic's presence-it's the way he looks at her, like he already knows her. The way he calls her Ophelia, as if it means something. And the way, despite everything, he feels like home. _______________ "Ophelia." "Ophelia, please." Isn't it funny? How this nickname works so perfectly. The world pushed Ophelia to the edge of her sanity, throwing her into the inevitability of a tragic ending. Here I am, facing the same fate. But no writer will engrave my name in history. No painting will be named after me. I'm just another insignificant part of the big book of life. Just another iteration of Ophelia.

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