Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 191

Madeline ignored Sheri and locked eyes with Liliana.

"Since we're wiping the slate clean, isn't it time you returned Margaret's cremains to me?" Madeline asked, playing along with her twisted logic.

Liliana snapped her fingers, and an assistant immediately brought over the urn, placing it on the table between them. "Did you really think I'd keep this? It's bad luck anyway. I just wanted you to come and give me your blessing. I'm ready to hand it over right now, but since I've shown my sincerity, it's time you showed yours."

The implication was obvious. Madeline had to finish the glass of wine before the cremains would be returned.

Madeline stared at the glass, then reached out and took it.

She clinked her glass against Liliana's, brought it to her nose to take a gentle sniff, but didn't take a sip. Instead, she set it back down.

"What's wrong?" Liliana feigned curiosity. "Madeline, why aren't you drinking?"

Madeline offered a tight, cryptic smile.

"Don't tell me you think I slipped something into your drink?" Liliana said, her tone dripping with mock innocence. "Madeline, today is my engagement party. Why would I do something like that?

Besides, I told you, we're burying the hatchet. We're sisters now. As long as you stop bothering Lucius and give us your heartfelt blessing, I'll be the bigger person and let you off the hook."

Madeline arched an eyebrow. "Since we're such good sisters, and you definitely didn't drug the wine, I think I'll pick my own glass."

Liliana froze for a second, then immediately launched into a dramatic, tearful protest. "Madeline! If you switch glasses, it means you don't trust me!"

"I don't trust you," Madeline said, tilting her head. "What's the matter? Guilty conscience?"

"Why would I be guilty?" Liliana said, her expression a mask of righteous indignation. "If you really don't trust me, then pick whichever one you want!"

Madeline hovered her hand over the two glasses on the table, hesitating. Then, ignoring both, she snatched the glass right out of Sheri's hand—the one Sheri had already taken a sip from.

Caught off guard by her lightning-fast reflexes, Sheri shrieked, "I already drank from that!"

She leaned in, whispering into Madeline's ear with fake concern. "Madeline, what's wrong? Did one glass of wine really get you that drunk?"

Madeline feigned a sudden realization, gasping weakly, "You... you drugged me. This is... illegal..."

"You're just drunk. Let's get you somewhere to rest," Liliana cooed.

The elevator chimed, and Liliana dragged Madeline's dead weight down the hall and shoved her into a secluded hotel room.

Madeline put up a token struggle, her movements sluggish and weak.

Once they were safely locked inside, far away from security cameras and prying eyes, Liliana dropped the act completely.

"You always thought you were so clever, didn't you, Madeline?" Liliana sneered, her face twisted in a triumphant smirk. "Did you really think I only drugged the two glasses on the table? Did you think you could outsmart me just by stealing someone else's drink? Look at you now. You're right in the palm of my hand!"

Liliana let out a sinister laugh, completely thrilled by her own twisted victory.