Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 275

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As Liliana was shoved into the back of the police cruiser, her mind buzzed with static.

Hatred coiled tightly in her chest; her plan had been absolutely flawless.

With Eleanor's backing, she had successfully posed as the Prescott Heiress, set to marry into high society and become the envied Mrs. Whitman.

She was just one step away from ultimate victory.

And now, it was all reduced to rubble.

Her entire life was obliterated by a single broadcast.

Her face twisted into a grotesque mask of fury.

It had to be Madeline Monroe.

At The Gilded Manor, Madeline was her only true enemy.

No one else could have leaked that footage.

Madeline must have found a way to hack into the hidden cameras in her suite.

Tears of bitter regret streamed down her cheeks.

She replayed the disastrous engagement party in her mind.

Her future husband vomiting violently into the floral arrangements.

Her biggest supporter, Eleanor, storming out without a backward glance.

The elite guests staring at her as if she were a rat crawling out of the sewer.

And the sound of applause echoing through the hall when the cold metal cuffs snapped around her wrists.

Calling it sweet karma?

She would remember that clapping for the rest of her life.

At the detention center, the gash on her forehead was hastily bandaged, throbbing fiercely as if a tiny hammer were pounding against her temples.

She had no idea what legal consequences awaited her.

But as she stared at the bleak cell wall, she swore a silent oath—the second she got out, she would destroy Madeline Monroe.

Back at the venue, the chaos was far from over.

The high-profile guests departed in a steady stream.

The Whitmans, their faces grim, escorted the final VIPs to the door.

The cavernous ballroom was left completely empty, littered with crushed petals, shredded confetti, and the shattered remains of a champagne tower.

Golden champagne pooled on the marble like blood at a lavish crime scene.

And when she resigned from Whitman Tech, he heard rumors she effortlessly repelled a massive cyberattack on Lightning Interactive, leading him to suspect she was part of an international underground network.

And likely held a high rank within it.

Logically, the hacker who breached the hotel's mainframe and broadcasted the scandal was probably acting on her orders.

But her reaction in the crowd told a different story.

She looked genuinely floored, utterly speechless, and trying hard to suppress a laugh—a complex mix of genuine shock.

She clearly had no prior knowledge of the attack.

It certainly wasn't her own handiwork.

So who exactly was pulling the strings?

Just then.

The passenger door yanked open, and Silas turned to see Lucius sliding into the seat.

Lucius was deathly pale from vomiting, his appearance disheveled; though they had a history as mentor and student, their relationship was currently toxic, and Silas had zero interest in acting as his chauffeur.

"If you want to head to the station to bail out your bride, call an Uber," Silas remarked flatly.

Lucius shook his head. "I just need a word with you, Silas."