Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 198

The moment the car pulled into the underground garage, Quentin scooped Madeline up into his arms, murmuring soft comforts to stop her crying as he carried her into the massive villa.

Madeline was incredibly petite and delicate.

Cradled against his broad chest, she practically weighed nothing.

Even though she was squirming, her movements were weak and uncoordinated. Without her full senses, she felt like a fragile, feverish child in his arms.

He strode upstairs and laid her gently on the center of the massive king-sized bed.

As her back hit the mattress, Madeline's vision cleared just a fraction. She had zero memory of the last hour, and when she saw a man looming over her, panic spiked.

She was terrified it was Silas. She never expected him to cross the line and force her into his room.

Her heart hammered in her chest, but as her eyes adjusted, she recognized the striking face looking down at her.

Quentin's long, thick lashes framed eyes that were ruthlessly cold but devastatingly handsome.

His gaze was pitch-black and bottomless, like a riptide threatening to drag her under.

Madeline wasn't a naive teenager; she was a grown woman.

The emotional trauma and the stress of the last few months suddenly shattered, releasing a tidal wave of suppressed feelings she didn't even know she had.

Realizing she was safe with Quentin, a desperate need to be close to him eclipsed everything else.

Quentin turned, intending to step back.

Suddenly, two arms locked tightly around his waist.

She was still burning with fever, her body radiating a seductive, heavy heat.

Quentin flinched, staring down at her with a heavy gaze. "What's wrong?"

Madeline clung to him as if her life depended on it. She tilted her head back, and tears began pouring down her face completely out of her control.

Quentin froze in his tracks.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she looked up at him with a heart-wrenching vulnerability. She buried her face directly into his chest.

Her voice was incredibly raspy and dripping with sweetness. "Husband, don't leave me."

Husband?

When Quentin found out exactly what she had sacrificed for Lucius, he completely lost his mind.

And he knew everything. He had tens of thousands of photos and endless hours of surveillance footage.

He knew every single thing Madeline did.

Especially how completely devoted she was to Lucius. He had archived every agonizing moment of their relationship.

For years, he had hated her for it. Hated her with a psychotic, burning intensity.

But the worst part was that she hadn't actually done anything wrong. His hatred was entirely irrational and pathetic.

He hated that she loved Lucius instead of him, even though he had intentionally erased himself from her life.

But he had never truly left her side.

He couldn't let her go.

She haunted his every waking thought.