Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 414

Amidst the violent push and pull, the glass door suddenly slid open.

Overjoyed, Penelope lunged forward, her hands desperately reaching for Quentin.

But in the next split second, a massive hand clamped down on her delicate wrist.

His grip was so brutally tight it felt like her bones were about to shatter.

No matter how clouded Quentin's mind was from the drugs, he would never allow this vile woman to force herself on him.

His absolute revulsion toward Penelope triggered an uncontrollable, violent instinct to repel her.

Quentin wrenched the hotel room door open and effortlessly hurled Penelope out into the corridor.

Bang.

The door slammed shut in her face.

Penelope crumpled onto the hallway floor.

Her revealing clothes were a mess, her silk stockings intentionally torn by her own hands, and she stared at the tightly shut door with eyes full of poisonous resentment.

Her mood plummeted from ecstatic triumph to absolute despair.

How could Quentin be completely drugged out of his mind and still refuse to touch her?!

Was she really that devoid of charm?

Penelope couldn't comprehend it. In what universe was she inferior to a divorced, second-hand piece of trash like Madeline?

She was prettier, younger, had a better body, and possessed a far superior pedigree.

Why was Quentin so uncontrollably obsessed with Madeline, yet treated her like toxic waste?

Penelope's towering ego shattered. Refusing to accept defeat to a woman she deemed beneath her, she began pounding frantically on the door.

"Quentin! Is it really worth suffering like this just to stay loyal to Madeline?!

That slut spent eight years warming another man's bed! You don't even have her first time!

Doesn't that make you sick? If you hate her for it, take it out on me! My first time belongs only to you!"

Penelope screamed the vile insults at the top of her lungs, desperate to provoke him.

The sheer malice and vulgarity of her words made it impossible to believe she was the polished heiress of an elite aristocratic family.

Penelope didn't care about looking dignified anymore. The only time she felt any comfort was when she and Liliana were gleefully cursing Madeline's name.