Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 180

Madeline clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at Quentin and pleaded, "Please, if you just help me get this divorce, I'll agree to anything—"

"Absolutely anything?"

His sharp question cut her off before she could even finish her sentence.

"Yes," she answered resolutely.

She was willing to pay any price to escape the marriage that had trampled her into the dirt thousands of times over.

"Done."

She froze, completely stunned by the deep rumble of his voice.

She hadn't expected him to agree so effortlessly.

Tears pooled in her eyes as her mind short-circuited for a split second.

When reality finally set in, a wave of absolute euphoria washed over her—she knew that with Quentin's limitless power, his promise was an ironclad guarantee.

"Thank you!" she gasped quickly. "So... what are your terms?"

He studied her delicate, moon-like face and the flushed corners of her eyes, taking in how her usual fierce pride had completely shattered, rendering her so desperate she looked ready to pledge herself as a servant just to achieve her goal.

"My terms are simple. Be my woman. Marry me."

Madeline froze, her mind instantly going blank.

Thinking she had misheard him, she stared at him with absolute shock, completely at a loss for what to do.

Watching her reaction, Quentin seemed to anticipate her hesitation and accurately deduced the reason behind it.

"Are you disgusted because you think I'm too old?"

Quentin's proposal had nothing to do with romance; it was a calculated acquisition of her family's wealth and her body.

For a ruthless, machine-like financial predator, he knew exactly which investments yielded the highest returns, and he was simply striking at the perfect moment.

He felt no love for her; to a man like him, romance was the lowest, most trivial human emotion.

All he cared about was absolute maximization of profit—he wanted her money, her body, and her womb, all in one ruthless sweep.

The realization terrified her; she wondered if she was just walking into another trap. She had sacrificed eight agonizing years to escape Lucius's cold, loveless marriage, leaving herself bruised and broken, and she had absolutely no courage left to endure another transactional relationship.

She had once dreamed of a marriage built on deep, genuine love, not one chained together by corporate leverage and calculated breeding. If she threw herself into the fire a second time, she would have absolutely nothing left to give.

She opened her mouth to instantly reject him.

But his dark, heavy voice echoed through the room: "If you refuse me, I will never intervene in your life ever again."