Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 321

The revelation hit like a shockwave. Madeline had no idea Quentin was engaged.

A bitter, suffocating ache instantly seized her chest.

Quentin had told her to be his woman and promised to marry her, but Madeline never imagined he already had a fiancé.

However, Quentin's reaction was entirely unexpected. He looked genuinely clueless.

"What are you talking about?"

Eleanor narrowed her eyes in a calculated smile. "This is the main reason I came here today—to discuss the most important event of your life. It's also why I treated this woman the way I did. The woman you're engaged to is a million times more beautiful, a million times more dignified, and a perfect match in status. More importantly, she is completely pure and has admired you for a very long time."

Madeline's face turned pale. Quentin gripped her hand, gently squeezing it to signal her not to worry, though he needed to get to the bottom of this.

"Did my grandfather set this up?"

Eleanor nodded. "Your grandfather secured your bride long ago. It's the York Heiress, Penelope York. The two families just never made a formal public announcement. Since you've relocated back to the country, we don't have to force her to move overseas to be with you. You can simply honor the arrangement and marry her. As for this divorcee by your side—this used toy who I hear even miscarried and can't bear children—just throw her a decent severance check and get her out of my sight."

Madeline bit her lip slightly, her fingers curling tighter. Sensing the shift in her emotions, Quentin gently stroked her hand with his long fingers. His gaze turned terrifyingly cold as he delivered his verdict. "When I was at my absolute lowest, the York family never lifted a finger to help me. Why the hell would I marry her?"

Eleanor's expression turned menacing. "You actually dare to break the engagement? The Yorks aren't a family you can just walk all over. Regardless, I've already accepted on your behalf. You young people need to watch your step! If you handle this poorly, the consequences will be severe. I strongly suggest you think it over."

Donovan nodded. "She is stunning. She actually shares a lot of Rosemary's beauty from when she was young."

"Shut up! Don't you dare mention that bitch!" Eleanor snapped viciously.

A moment later, the old woman processed his words. "You say she looks a bit like... No, that's impossible. If she looked like Rosemary, why would Quentin keep her around? That boy was absolutely convinced that the Monroe bitch killed his parents."

"That is true, ma'am," Donovan agreed.

Eleanor regained her composure, a toxic malice simmering beneath her calm. "Actually, this works out. I was worried the little brat would join forces with the Yorks to take us down. With this woman in the picture, maintaining that alliance will be nearly impossible."