Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Chapter 96

In the past, Ophelia had tolerated Maxwell’s demands out of familial obligation. She had accepted the Vossen family’s exploitation as an inescapable part of her life.

But that changed the day they disowned her. By casting her out, they had severed all ties. Now they could no longer expect any favors from her.

“Really?” Maxwell sneered, his temper flaring at her indifference. “Now that you’ve found yourself a powerful patron, you’re too good for your own family?”

A faint smile touched Ophelia’s lips. So the mask had finally slipped.

The Vossens had always prioritized their sons, conditioning everyone to believe the women existed to serve them.

Even now, after cutting her off, they still felt entitled to her help.

“My family?” she repeated, her voice laced with contempt. “The Vossens stopped being my family when you showed me the door. And yet here you are, shamelessly begging for favors. Have you no dignity at all?”

Stunned by her defiance, Maxwell shot back, “What? Now that you’re a Rowle again, the eighteen years we spent raising you mean nothing?”

His voice tightened with anger. “You ate our food and lived under our roof! How can you be this ungrateful?”

He was counting on her fear of public shame to make her reconsider.

But Ophelia saw right through him. “Any debt I owed the Vossens was paid long ago,” she stated coolly. “Soon enough, everyone will know exactly who owes whom.”

With a dismissive turn, she entered the venue, leaving Maxwell fuming.

“Get back here, you traitor!” he yelled, attempting to follow until security firmly escorted him from the building.

Helpless and seething, he spat one last threat. “This isn’t over, Ophelia!”

She didn’t bother looking back, dismissing his outburst as pathetic.

Inside, the venue opened into a spacious hall dominated by an elevated runway.

Ophelia’s brand, Caterina, was set to present its latest collection later in the show.

For now, the backstage buzzed with preparations for other designers.

Her eyes swept calmly across the space before she moved toward her seat, only to be unexpectedly intercepted along the

way.

“What are you doing here?” Daphne frowned, glaring at Ophelia with undisguised animosity.

She’d never forgotten how Ophelia had humiliated her in front of their entire class. No one had ever dared to treat her that

way.

Just as Ophelia arched an eyebrow in response, another figure entered her field of vision.

Scarlett’s eyes glinted with sharp assessment, though her tone remained deceptively pleasant. “Ophelia, what a surprise to see you here. Are you attending the show?”

“As if she would understand anything about fashion,” Daphne interjected, her voice dripping with contempt as she looked Ophelia up and down.

Ophelia suppressed an inward sigh. Encountering them was precisely the kind of mood spoiler she didn’t need.

“Daphne, mind your manners,” Scarlett chided, though the reprimand carried no real weight. It was clearly performative.

Uninterested in their charade, Ophelia offered a simple explanation, “I was invited.”

She moved to step past them toward her seat, unwilling to engage in meaningless pleasantries.

Scarlett’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. ‘So Adrian bought her a VIP ticket; she thought. ‘He and Victoria certainly dote on her, bringing her to every significant event.’

The memory of Ophelia stealing the spotlight at the charity gala still rankled. Daphne had been fuming for days afterward. “How thoughtful of Adrian and Victoria to include you in all their events,” Scarlett remarked with feigned warmth.

“They are wonderful parents, Ophelia acknowledged a nenuine smile touching her eyes at the mention of them. “But I chose to attend today on my own accord.” Successfully unlocked!

“On your own?” Daphne snorted, rolling her eyes uramatically. Don’t pretend you’re above using family connections. We all know you’re here because of Uncle Adrian and Victoria.”

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Chapter 96

A confident smile played on Ophelia’s lips. “I’m here because the organizers invited me personally.”

“What did you say?” Daphne stared in disbelief. She and her mother had paid handsomely for their VIP tickets. The idea that Ophelia would receive a direct invitation seemed absurd.

Watching Daphne’s stunned reaction, Ophelia simply shrugged. “Never mind then.”

She knew perfectly well Daphne had heard every word. She simply refused to accept it.

“Are you truly here as an invited guest of the organizers?” Scarlett studied Ophelia closely, her mind racing through possibilities.

At this exclusive fashion event, every invited guest was either a founder or a creative director of a prestigious brand. ‘Could Ophelia possibly be connected to a fashion house?’ Scarlett wondered, a thread of suspicion weaving through her thoughts.

“Don’t believe her, Mom,” Daphne insisted, tugging at Scarlett’s sleeve with a petulant scoff. “She’s clearly bluffing.”

Ophelia merely rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify the remark with a response.

Turning away, she moved purposefully toward the prime front-row seats.

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