Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 462

Ultimately, a horrifying realization hit Lucius. Had the birth control he forced her to take permanently destroyed Madeline's chances of ever having a child?

Was he the reason Madeline was barren?

Wyatt finally couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "Mrs. Whitman, considering they're already divorced and have both moved on, how on earth is this couple's private business any of your concern? Spewing such venomous curses without a shred of basic decency will earn you a fast pass straight to hell."

"You!" Millicent sputtered indignantly. She had never been spoken to with such arrogant disrespect, yet she found herself completely speechless. She had no idea who Wyatt was or what kind of power he wielded, entirely stripping her of the ability to leverage her elder status to bully him into submission.

Liliana opened her mouth to continue her smug, psychotic taunts, when a vicious slap violently cracked across her face.

Quentin sneered, his handsome face twisted into an apocalyptic mask of fury. "Don't ever forget what kind of trash you actually are. You think you're worthy of uttering a single syllable about my wife?"

The devastating impact sent Liliana's head spinning wildly, bright red blood instantly exploding from the corner of her lips. She frantically cupped her throbbing cheek and desperately clawed at Alastair's sleeve. "Alastair..."

She was just about to shriek at Alastair to brutally retaliate against Quentin.

But the absolutely lethal smirk on Quentin's lips and the psychotic, murderous promise burning in his eyes stopped her dead.

Liliana's smugness vanished, her face draining of all color in a terrifying instant.

She knew with absolute, terrifying certainty that if Quentin decided to strip away her final shred of dignity and publicly expose her fraudulent identity right now, everything she had clawed so desperately to acquire would instantly vaporize into smoke.

And it was horrifically obvious that Quentin was genuinely, homicidally enraged.

If he wanted to drag her down into the darkest pits of hell, he could destroy her in a matter of seconds.

With the titans of the York, Westbrook, and Whitman dynasties all gathered in the room, it was a gamble she absolutely couldn't afford to lose.

Cupping her bruised cheek, she choked out a pathetic, theatrical sob. "I'm so sorry, Quentin. I never should have spoken about Madeline like that. I'm so sorry."

The terrifying chill in the air was absolutely nothing compared to the apocalyptic darkness rolling off Quentin's face.

"Get the hell out of my sight right now. That is, if you ever want to keep a hold of that pathetic little throne you're sitting on."

Violently shuddering in absolute terror, Liliana grabbed the drunken Alastair and the continuously swearing Millicent, and bolted from the room.