Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 269

The very next day brought the moment Liliana had fantasized about her entire life.

She had obsessed over this day for over a decade, and finally, her ultimate dream was coming true.

She was marrying into a billionaire dynasty—the most powerful family in the city.

Liliana was drowning in pure euphoria, overwhelmingly proud of her own brilliance.

The ceremony was taking place at The Starlight Palace, the city's exclusive seven-star hotel, dripping with obscene wealth at every corner.

After spotting Madeline the night before, Liliana immediately tried reaching Grant again the moment she got home.

She reasoned that Madeline lacked the guts to actually hurt her father, which meant Grant had to be laying low in hiding.

She desperately wanted him to attend the wedding of the century as Lucius's father-in-law.

But no matter how many messages she sent, she received total silence.

Liliana even used her connections to check the local precincts, only to discover there were zero police reports filed regarding Grant. In other words, Madeline had never gone to the cops.

That actually aligned perfectly with Madeline's pathetic habit of avoiding conflict.

But then what the hell was going on?

Why was Grant completely unreachable?

Could it be that the entire plot to pour acid down Madeline's throat never actually happened?

Was it all just her own deranged hallucination?

But Sheri had been deeply involved too; Sheri had even gone to the hospital lockers where Grant said he stashed the digital recorder.

It couldn't be a hallucination.

Even though Liliana couldn't piece the mystery together, she refused to let it ruin her big day.

She was far too impatient to officially become Mrs. Whitman.

So, she shoved her concerns about Grant's absence aside.

Even though Lucius had flat-out told her yesterday he wasn't going to show up.

Liliana couldn't care less about his little tantrum.

The promises Arthur Whitman made carried infinitely more weight than Lucius's empty threats.

She had personally witnessed how ruthlessly Arthur controlled Lucius.

She had absolutely nothing to worry about.

However, the city's elite privately scoffed at the circus.

First of all, the entire affair was a spectacular moral disaster.

Lucius's father, Alastair Whitman, had already turned the family into a laughingstock with his depraved scandals.

Lucius had maintained a decent reputation for the first five years, but eventually, his true colors bled through.

He proved he was exactly like his father, dragging his dirty laundry into the public eye.

And now he was aggressively flaunting his mistress, throwing a hyper-extravagant banquet right after tossing his legitimate wife aside.

The fact that they invited the media to broadcast it live was peak shamelessness. It was basically a walking cautionary tale for young, unmarried women everywhere.

If Lucius actually showed his face, he was guaranteed to be met with relentless, barely concealed disgust.

Despite the scandal, the massive ballroom was transformed into an absolutely breathtaking fairy tale wonderland.

Using the combined names of the Prescott and Whitman empires, Liliana had summoned the absolute highest tier of the city's elite.

The room was packed with the ultra-rich and politically powerful, clinking champagne glasses in a lively, deafening roar.

Eleanor Prescott made her first major public appearance, drawing over several top-level state officials who came specifically to pay their respects and enjoy the wedding.