Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 201

Liliana Lansbury was losing her mind from the frantic prying at the door outside.

It was supposed to be Madeline Monroe playing these twisted games with the wealthy playboys in here, not her!

Madeline should have been the one getting dragged out by the cops and security guards.

Instead, not only had Liliana been brutally ravaged, but she was about to be forcibly exposed to a crowd and potentially hauled away by law enforcement for a group scandal.

Liliana had never been this degraded in her life.

She was the future Mrs. Whitman, the renowned Prescott Heiress!

She could not allow anyone to see her in this horrific state.

She looked absolutely terrifying; her elegantly styled hair was matted into a bird's nest, her expensive manicure was ruined, and her overall appearance was a nightmare.

Where was the poise of a high-society heiress?

This was the darkest, most agonizing day she had ever experienced, surpassing any other moment in her entire life.

The playboys did not want this going public either. After all, they were just here for a good time, but if the truth got out, they would be making enemies of Lucius Whitman and the entire Whitman family.

They loved a wild party, but they didn't want to deal with the fallout.

So they scrambled for a solution, blocking the door and cursing, demanding that the people outside stop trying to open it. However, the crowd outside ignored them, and the sound of the lock being pried continued to echo through the wood.

Accompanied by the prying was Sheri Yates's incredibly arrogant voice:

"Madeline, open up! Stop struggling. Blocking the door won't do you any good. Just open it and let us in."

"Stop hiding! Everyone knows what you've been doing in there. Just because you got dumped and divorced doesn't mean you had to be this desperate, right?"

"I can't believe you got drunk and slept with eight or nine guys! But don't worry, as long as you come out, I'll make sure the cop on my payroll goes easy on your sentencing."

Sheri grew increasingly smug. The cop was already on her side, called in advance just for this moment.

"How did this happen? Where is Madeline? Where did she go?"

It suddenly dawned on Sheri that the woman who had just slept with seven or eight men wasn't Madeline at all, but Liliana.

Oh my god!

It was actually Liliana.

And the reason this fatal, horrific mistake happened was simply because Sheri hadn't bothered to double-check.

If Sheri had just carefully checked the room to confirm it was Madeline before bringing the men in, she would have found Liliana tied to the bed and stopped this absurd setup.

Liliana's nails scratched against the solid wood door with a sickening squeak. "Tell those idiots blocking the door to move! You stupid pig! You've ruined me!"

Liliana was seething with rage, several of her acrylic nails completely ripped off, a clear sign of the intense struggle she had endured.

And Sheri knew all too well that those men, who treated women like playthings, would never have given Liliana an ounce of dignity.