Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 241

Stepping out of the corporate building.

[Just slammed the divorce decree right into his chest. That should definitely shut Lucius up and stop his pathetic excuses.]

Madeline typed the text to Tessa with her head down, her fingertips still buzzing with the sheer catharsis of the moment.

Tessa fired back instantly:

[HOLY SHIT! You finally grew a spine!!

Tell me everything. What did his face look like?

Was he running around like a headless chicken?

Tell me you took a picture! I'm already scripting the entire soap opera in my head, give me the live broadcast!]

[No... didn't have time to take pictures.]

Madeline was about to type more, practically visualizing her best friend jumping off the walls on the other end of the screen.

The corners of Madeline's lips curled into a genuine smile.

For the first time in years, she had finally exhaled the toxic resentment that had been suffocating her.

[What a waste!!! That's a hall-of-fame moment you should have recorded to play on loop!

But seriously, who would have thought the untouchable golden boy would crash out like this.

Serves him right! Babe, we are celebrating big time. As soon as I'm back from my business trip, dinner is on me, and I want you to recount the story at least three times!]

Before Madeline's smile could fully bloom, the sterile, automated voice of the hospital intercom echoed above.

"Patient number 107, Madeline Monroe, please proceed to MRI Room 3."

Her number was finally up.

Ever since she took that brutal blow from Eleanor Prescott's bodyguard at the estate, she had been suffering from chronic migraines and sudden waves of nausea.

Suspecting a mild concussion or internal trauma, she had waited weeks to book this scan at Empire General Hospital.

She refused to let any lingering health issues hold her back, especially not now that she had completely severed ties with her past.

This body was the only thing left that belonged entirely to her, and she was going to protect it.

[Gotta run. Going in for my scan.]

Beneath the thick denim, she could feel muscles as dense as concrete.

Her attacker was a man built for brutal, backbreaking labor.

She was dragged backward, her feet kicking helplessly against the cold tile floors.

The only sounds left were the frantic hammering of her own heart and the heavy, muffled grunts of the man dragging her.

Thrown violently into the back of a van, the doors slammed shut. Trapped in the dark, the chloroform rag smothered her for a full agonizing thirty seconds before the last shred of her consciousness evaporated into a terrifying abyss.

...

Aboard a sprawling, ultra-luxury yacht cutting through the ocean.

Quentin glared at the tech specialist sitting across from him. "Are you inside the hospital's security mainframe?"

The hacker nodded, pulling up feeds from dozens of surveillance cameras onto the monitors.

Following Quentin's rapid-fire orders, he isolated the footage from every exit point earlier that morning.

"Boss, Mrs. Prescott entered the Radiology Wing this morning and never came out."