Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 234

Lucius immediately realized that the person using Hawke's account to post the apology and evidence was most likely Madeline.

Madeline knew Hawke's social handles, somehow hacked into his accounts, and downloaded his entire archive.

Then, she used AI to clone his voice and generated the apology and clarification videos.

Lucius came to a realization. "So it was her..."

Gavin caught the hint of regret in his boss's tone and casually asked, "Boss, are you thinking of bringing Ms. Monroe back?"

Lucius nodded. "Madeline and I aren't officially divorced yet, and I certainly won't be signing any marriage papers with Liliana. I can still win Madeline back."

Gavin couldn't help but speak his mind. "You hurt her deeply. Winning her back will probably be next to impossible."

"It was unintentional. I didn't know I was hurting her," Lucius replied.

"You didn't know?" Gavin highly doubted that.

"You must have known. You just never thought she would actually leave. You believed that no matter how much you damaged her, she would always stay."

Lucius didn't offer a rebuttal.

Gavin used to think the same way.

But the reality proved that it was simply their inherent arrogance toward women like Madeline—women they viewed as lower-status individuals who loved them unconditionally.

An arrogance so profound that, even after filing for divorce, he confidently assumed it was just her playing hard to get, believing he only needed to snap his fingers to bring her running back.

Lucius just couldn't shake that arrogance.

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After finishing her digital retaliation, Madeline was so exhausted she collapsed onto the sofa.

She intended to take a quick nap, but suddenly, the low growl of a sports car echoed outside.

She sat up immediately, knowing Quentin had arrived.

Ever since their awkward disagreement and sour parting the other day, he hadn't visited.

She wasn't sure if he was just busy or purposely keeping his distance.

While she was lost in thought, the man strode through the door with broad, confident steps and stopped right beside her.

Suddenly, his strong arms scooped her up.

Madeline tumbled into a broad, solid chest, instantly enveloped by the unique, intoxicating scent of his cologne.

She truly hadn't expected this, especially since he had been so visibly frustrated the last time they saw each other.

But looking back, Madeline realized she had crossed a line.

According to Quentin, while she was under the influence of the drugs, she had called out Lucius's name—something no man with an ounce of pride could tolerate.

Madeline softly explained, "Those photos online were faked. I already restored the originals. I've never lived with anyone else."

"I know."

He gently rested his jaw against the top of her head. Although he was clean-shaven, the faint texture of his skin brushed against her.

Radiating raw masculine energy, the slight abrasion of his stubble tickled her skin.

It wasn't unpleasant at all; instead, it felt incredibly intimate, like a large, possessive predator nuzzling its mate.

Remembering something, Madeline suddenly tried to sit up.

But because she was still half-asleep, she didn't realize she was straddling his thick, muscular thighs.

Cocooned in his arms, her upward movement brought her face dangerously close to his.

A second ago, his eyes had been cool and commanding.

The next second, they darkened with a heated intensity, as if he assumed she was leaning in to kiss him.

Taking the initiative, he pressed his firm lips against hers, his arms tightening possessively around her waist.

A rush of heat swept through Madeline's veins at his commanding touch, leaving her feeling lightheaded and utterly intoxicated.

Quentin coaxed her lips apart, his tongue sweeping inside to explore her mouth with seductive tension.