Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 5

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

**Chapter 5**

As the grand banquet unfolded, a palpable tension filled the air, and my parents, frantic with concern, began to search for me. Their eyes darted around the lavish hall, but I was nowhere to be found. It was then that they reluctantly decided to let Ophelia take the stage first, hoping that my absence would be a mere fleeting worry.

Ophelia stood there, her face betraying a flicker of anxiety. “Mom, Dad, please, don’t panic too much. Evelyn might just be feeling overwhelmed; after all, this is her first event of this magnitude. She could be hiding somewhere, trying to catch her breath,” she suggested, her voice a mix of reassurance and feigned calm.

“Let’s not create a scene looking for her,” my father replied, his brow furrowed with concern. “I’m confident she’ll make her presence known soon enough.”

With that, Ophelia gracefully ascended the stage, her fishtail gown cascading behind her like a shimmering wave. The lights above flickered on, illuminating her figure, and she appeared almost ethereal, reminiscent of a noble princess stepping into a fairy tale.

“It’s a pleasure to see you all,” she announced, her voice steady and bright. “I’m Ophelia Sullivan.”

The audience erupted into applause, a cacophony of admiration that enveloped her. In that instant, she basked in the limelight, the undeniable center of attention. A smug smile danced on her lips, but just as she prepared to speak again, an unexpected interruption shattered the atmosphere.

One by one, the speakers throughout the venue crackled to life, and then, like a thunderous explosion, Ophelia’s voice erupted through the sound system, louder than anything the crowd had ever experienced.

“The truck’s ready,” she announced with chilling clarity.

“My demand is simple: sell her as far away as possible. I want her to spend the rest of her life in some remote mountain village, bearing children for some filthy old man! Understand?”

“Evelyn, this is the life you were always meant to have,” she sneered, her expression twisted with malice. “So what if you’re the biological daughter?! I’m the one who has been by Mom and Dad’s side for over a decade!”

Panic washed over Ophelia’s face as the gravity of her own words sank in. “Turn it off, turn it off! It’s not like that!” she pleaded, desperation lacing her voice. But her frantic cries were swallowed by the relentless roar of the surround sound system.

Suddenly, the projector behind her flickered to life, illuminating the room with a haunting display. It began to play the entire sequence of events, showing me entering the room, only to be drugged by Ophelia, the footage sped up to double time. Her grotesque, hateful visage filled the screen, magnified and distorted, a testament to her treachery.

My mother, unable to contain her horror any longer, surged toward the stage, her hand raised in a swift arc that connected with Ophelia’s cheek. “You monster! How could you do this? What have you done with Evelyn?” she shouted, her voice trembling with fury.

Ophelia recoiled, covering her face as sobs wracked her body. But my parents, now frantic and filled with rage, struck her again, their anguish spilling over.

Finally, with venom dripping from her words, she spat, “I don’t know! I don’t know those people! How was I supposed to know they’d sell Evelyn to God knows where?”

“They’re professional human traffickers! Evelyn’s never coming back!” my father cried, his voice cracking with despair.

“Mom, Dad, I’m your only daughter now! You have to help me!” Ophelia’s pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the chaos surrounding us.

I had never intended to entrust my fate to them.

Ophelia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the livestream unfold. “This can’t be… I smashed her cameras! How is she livestreaming?”

Silence greeted her frantic question, and moments later, the police arrived, handcuffs at the ready, shattering her facade and ending her moment of glory.

When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself in a sterile hospital room, the scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. My parents sat beside me, their eyes red and puffy from tears, and even Orion was there, his expression a mix of relief and concern.

“Evelyn, you’re awake? Do you feel any pain?” my father asked, his voice filled with a gentle urgency.

Aside from a dull headache, I felt surprisingly well. The tiny surveillance camera that had captured everything was now in the hands of the police, serving as evidence of Ophelia’s treachery.

Seeing me awake, the tension in my parents’ shoulders finally eased a fraction.

“Evelyn, you knew Ophelia would try to harm you. Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” my mother implored, her voice thick with emotion.

“Do you have any idea how terrified we were?”