Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 509

In a bedroom at the York family estate, Penelope was propped up against her headboard.

She was holding a bowl of gourmet soup the maid had just brought in.

Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her complexion looked vastly improved from days prior, a healthy, rosy glow returning to her cheeks.

Her phone screen lit up, flashing a new message notification.

She opened it and read it from beginning to end.

The bowl slipped from her hands, crashing against the duvet. The thick, steaming broth soaked right through the expensive silk covers.

She stared at the words on the screen—*all your scheming was for nothing*—her eyes tracking from initial shock, to confusion, and finally to the explosive rage of someone who realized they'd been played.

"Madeline, you bitch!" She violently snatched up the overturned bowl from the bed and hurled it, spoon and all, straight at the opposite wall.

The porcelain shattered upon impact, shards flying everywhere. The thick soup dragged a grayish-white smear down the wallpaper, dripping onto the floor.

Hearing the crash, the maid pushed the door open, only to shrink back in terror at Penelope's piercing scream.

Penelope sat amidst the wreckage on her bed, her hands clutching the edges of the duvet in a death grip, her knuckles bone-white.

Her chest heaved violently, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

She just stared straight at the greasy stain sliding down the wall.

Her lips were pressed into a razor-thin line, like a volcano on the absolute brink of eruption.

They were already divorced.

Madeline had taken the York family's money, agreed to her father's terms, and promised to never involve herself again.

Yet Quentin still went to the board meeting to back her up, still alienated every executive just for her.

He was still shielding her.

*Why?*

She was supposed to be the future Mrs. Prescott!