Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 312

Liliana's text plunged Alastair into deep thought.

Liliana's 'tragedy' rivaled his own, except hers was far more scandalous since she was a woman involved with multiple men at once. Yet, she had somehow walked free. He knew there was a terrifying force backing her that the Whitman family couldn't afford to offend. Moreover, he had only recently discovered that the woman he had casually bedded was actually The Prescott Heiress.

Now that she was seeking him out, the old fox's gears immediately started turning. He quickly deduced that Lucius must have cast her aside after that mind-boggling wedding scandal. A woman desperate for affection would naturally turn to him, remembering the passionate affair they once shared. That text, devoid of any explicit seduction, was actually dripping with unspoken promises.

Alastair didn't exactly have strong feelings for Liliana. To him, she had just been an outlet for his desires. He hadn't held back or felt any pity when he ravaged her back then. Given her heavily tainted reputation now, if she were just a regular woman, Alastair wouldn't have the slightest appetite for her. But she wasn't. Thus, he had to calculate whether he could leverage her to achieve his own ambitions. Alastair survived on a fixed trust fund and whatever subsidies the old lady threw his way, ensuring a life of extreme luxury, but his greed ran far deeper than a monthly allowance.

Alastair texted back, dropping a subtle bait: [Of course I remember you. Want to come over to my place and chat?]

Seeing the reply, Liliana couldn't get there fast enough: [Sure, Alastair. I'm on my way.]

Before long, Liliana pulled into the private garage of Alastair's exclusive high-end complex. He lived in a top-tier penthouse with a private elevator that opened directly into his foyer, so Liliana didn't have to worry about being seen. She took the elevator straight up. Alastair opened the door, dressed in a sleek, minimalist white dress shirt and black trousers. Liliana was dressed impeccably as well, though the subtle swell of her pregnancy made her figure look slightly fuller.

"Alastair, what happened at the wedding wasn't my fault. It was Madeline! Madeline set me up! I swear I'm not the kind of woman they say I am. I don't sleep around! Madeline tied me up so I couldn't move, and then she lit an aphrodisiac incense for those men. She's incredibly vicious."

"Is that so?" Alastair raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Because Madeline never struck me as being that ruthless."

"I'm telling the truth!" Liliana cried out, tears welling up. "At that family dinner, she drugged me and dragged me into your room! Not that I regret it, of course... You're the only one who made me realize how wonderful it feels to be a woman. Oh, right, Alastair! I have a massive secret I need to tell you. It's about..."