Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 250

"Throw him to the sharks."

Milo trembled so violently his teeth chattered against his bloody lips.

He knew this terrifying man held total dominion over whether he lived or died.

His face twisted in supreme agony as he wailed, "No! Please! Don't—"

His gut-wrenching screams plummeted toward the dark ocean.

Followed immediately by a heavy, sickening splash.

Madeline gasped softly.

After that, the mutilated shell of Grant Lansbury dragged his head up.

He peered at Quentin through eyes swollen to the size of baseballs.

The instant his vision focused, pure terror violently seized him.

He had intended to drop Eleanor's name, assuming his connection to the matriarch would force them to back down.

But he immediately recognized the man standing before him.

It was Quentin Prescott.

The same Quentin who had severed ties with The Prescotts years ago.

He had heard whispers of Quentin's legendary ruthlessness.

His brutal methods left his enemies paralyzed with fear.

And he definitely didn't fear Eleanor.

The two had engaged in a vicious war, brutally fighting for control over the family empire.

But nobody could blame Quentin for that.

After Alistair Prescott Sr. passed away unexpectedly, Eleanor had tricked a young Quentin into signing predatory contracts, nearly gutting his entire inheritance.

It had always been The Late Mr. Prescott's dying wish to leave the entire empire to Quentin.

But his sudden death had given Eleanor the legal loophole she needed.

To this day, she still hadn't coughed up the assets she had stolen.

Quentin had survived countless betrayals and assassination attempts.

Even Grant thought it was a miracle the boy had made it to adulthood.

But the constant war had forged his soul into something dark and unrecognizable.

He wasn't always this vengeful, merciless predator.

But he had been dead set on murdering her.

His sins played back in his mind like a twisted reel.

He had thrown away a golden future as Lucius's father-in-law, a life of endless privilege with Liliana.

Suddenly, a horrifying epiphany slammed into him.

Why on earth would Quentin go to these extremes for Madeline?

Systematically executing anyone who dared lay a hand on her?

Because Madeline...

Madeline had to be...

That lost girl who had grown up alongside Quentin.

The very same girl Eleanor had spent years trying to track down and kill.

The one with the angelic face and the bright, infectious laugh.

She had been right under their noses this entire time.

But tragically for Grant, he would never have the chance to deliver this massive secret to the one person who desperately wanted it.