Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 311

But every single file related to her had been wiped clean from his computer. The texts she had sent him, her farewell emails, the vacation itineraries she had meticulously planned, the spreadsheets she had built for him—even his cloud backups had been scorched to the ground.

She took everything with her, leaving behind nothing but that glaring, blood-red profile picture.

Lucius covered his face as he completely broke down, his shoulders shaking violently while suppressed, agonizing sobs tore through his fingers.

Meanwhile, Liliana left the corporate building.

Her mind was racing. Lucius was utterly useless to her now, and she desperately needed to find a new, powerful man to latch onto. Liliana was a woman who craved adoration, both physically and emotionally, and Lucius had failed her on every front. As she drove, her thoughts spiraled until a specific man's face surfaced in her mind.

No woman could ever forget her first time.

And Liliana was no exception.

So, he was the first person she thought of—Alastair Whitman.

Through a twisted twist of fate, Alastair had been the one to take her innocence. Surprisingly, she didn't hate him for it; in fact, just thinking about him made her body flush with heat.

She only found out later that he was Lucius's father. Yet, she had to admit, he didn't look old at all. If anything, he possessed a more rugged, roguish charm than Lucius. He kept himself in fantastic shape—tall, lean, and subtly muscular—though years of relentless debauchery had left faint dark circles under his eyes.

The man was still incredibly handsome.

"No," he replied, turning back to the woman. "Something came up. See yourself out. I won't be able to drive you back."

The woman looked absolutely furious at having the mood ruined, but she kept her mouth shut, dressed quickly, and left.

The room fell silent. Alastair lived alone in a sprawling, ultra-luxury penthouse downtown. Years ago, he had harbored massive ambitions to take over the Whitman Group. He had been Arthur Whitman's favorite son, and Millicent Whitman had doted on him as well. But right as he was about to be named the official successor, his older brother hired a hacker to infiltrate his computer, leaking hundreds of his homemade sex tapes onto the internet. Arthur was so enraged he had Alastair strung up and beaten raw.

Back then, internet regulations were practically nonexistent, so Alastair's videos spread like wildfire. Even now, degenerates still kept clips of him saved on their hard drives. That one scandal entirely annihilated Alastair's future. The Whitman family stripped him of all authority.

From that day on, Alastair spiraled into pure hedonism, funneling all his remaining energy into endless physical indulgence.