Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 114

Helene had heard every word of last night’s call.

Madeline and Julian still hadn’t gotten the divorce licenses. Legally, they were still married. As long as they stayed married, Helene had no chance with Julian.

She needed them to get a divorce, and fast. Once that was settled, she could get rid of the kid too. Two birds, one stone.

If Noah was back with Madeline, Julian wouldn’t protect him anymore. That would be her chance to act. Both Madeline and Noah were threats she couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t about to let either of them live a peaceful life. All it would take was a single word from her for them to disappear.

Madeline stared at Helene, her eyes cold. She didn’t miss the flash of cruelty in Helene’s gaze.

She knew better than to trust Helene’s sudden kindness. Working with her? She might as well sign her own death warrant.

“So, what do you think?” Helene asked, her voice syrupy sweet. “Want to team up? You want your child, and I want Julian. We both get what we want, and after that, we’re even. Sound fair?”

Madeline picked up a photo from the table and held it tight, her face growing darker. “What if I took these photos to Julian and asked him about them?”

Helene’s heart skipped a beat. She forced a calm voice. “What’s the point? Julian handed out that punishment himself. Showing him won’t change anything.”

Even with her steady tone, Madeline caught the flicker of panic in her eyes.

“So, are you in or not?” Helene pressed.

“I’m not.” Madeline stood, ready to leave.

Helene hadn’t expected that. Didn’t Madeline care about her own child? Or maybe she just didn’t want to let Julian go.

Helene grabbed her arm, voice sharp. “Why not? You don’t want to divorce Julian, do you?”

Madeline let out a cold laugh. “Exactly. As long as I don’t divorce Julian, you’ll always be the other woman.”

“You—” Helene was shaking with anger, biting her lip so hard it almost bled. She lunged for the coffee cup, aiming to throw it at Madeline.

But Madeline saw right through her. In one smooth move, she grabbed the cup first and caught Helene’s wrist in a steely grip.

Helene winced, feeling the pressure on her wrist.

“Let go of me, you bitch!”

“You’ve hurt my child enough, haven’t you?”

Helene’s eyes widened in fear. “What are you doing?”

“Just collecting a little interest.” Madeline’s tone was icy. “You wanted some coffee, right? Let me help you.”

She tipped the cup over Helene’s head.

“Don’t—”

Helene’s words died in her throat. She flinched, frozen, as hot, sticky coffee ran down from her head. Brown streaks dripped across her face, soaking into her perfectly styled hair and expensive clothes.

She looked like a total mess.

Elysium was the most exclusive club in the Capital, the playground for the city’s elite.

She drove straight there.

Penthouse 808. This was it.

As she reached the door, she saw the club manager briefing a group of beautiful hostesses. “Be sharp in there. Everyone in this room is a big deal. Serve them well.”

The hostesses’ eyes sparkled with excitement. Rumor had it the city’s richest guy, Mr. Grayson, was inside. They never dreamed they’d see him up close.

The group entered the room, and Madeline slipped in right behind them.

The open door caught everyone’s attention. The hostesses found their places beside the wealthy young men.

Madeline stayed by the door, scanning the room for Julian. Her cool, distant aura stood out in the dim, noisy suite.

Josh was the first to spot her. “Hey, my sister-in-law is here,” he called out.

Every head in the room turned to stare.

“What? Josh, whose wife is that?”

“Wait, what? Who here got married and didn’t tell us?”

A low, unhurried voice sounded from the shadows. “What are you doing here?”