Chapter 59: Her Story of the Hero and the Villain

Ophelia’s lips tightened, reflecting her unease at Vladmir's startling words. Once again, he brought up the concept of fate, speaking of it as if it were an inescapable force governing everything. Fate this, fate that—his persistent talk of destiny was grating on her nerves. Yet, despite her growing frustration, she couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling his words evoked. They were so unexpected and strange, leaving her both bewildered and intrigued. "How do you know what I dream about?" she asked slowly, her gaze fixed on him, curiosity burning in her eyes. Vladmir met her gaze briefly before letting out a light laugh. "I know many things that I probably shouldn’t," he replied, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "You spy on people, or are you some kind of oracle?" she shot back, trying to decipher his cryptic demeanor. "Oh no, nothing like that!" he quickly assured her, his tone almost playful. "I just hear things—voices, if you will. But I don’t have any mystical abilities li