Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 167

Madeline's eyes went wide.

For some reason, the sharp, commanding voice felt deeply familiar to her.

Not a warm, nostalgic familiarity, but a visceral dread buried deep within her bones.

It was the kind of tone that made her spine snap straight on instinct.

Yet Madeline had never met this elderly woman in her life, nor had she ever heard this gravelly, vicious voice before.

Was this Eleanor Prescott?

The legendary matriarch from the most glorious aristocratic family twenty years ago? The same woman whose return to her homeland was currently dominating the news cycle?

The Prescotts were a mythic presence in the city, an untouchable dynasty whose wealth had skyrocketed exponentially before they completely emigrated overseas.

Eleanor's piercing glare drilled into Madeline.

"You said your surname is Monroe?"

The venom in the question jolted Madeline. Combined with the sheer, complicated malice radiating from the older woman's eyes, Madeline felt like the air was being sucked from the room.

Still, she held her ground. "Yes."

Eleanor pointed a gnarled finger right at Madeline's face. "With that surname, you deserve a beating."

Madeline stared right back at her. "If merely having a name is grounds for you to hit me, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this world with the same name. Why don't you go attack them?"

Eleanor was blinded by fury. "If you don't beat her to death today, you bodyguards can consider yourselves dead!"

The bodyguard named Lance shoved past Lucius. Lucius tried to block him, but the man used a professional tactical maneuver to shove him aside. A massive, heavy hand cracked across Madeline's face with a sickening smack.

Instantly, a deafening ring exploded in Madeline's ears, and her vision went black. She nearly passed out from the sheer force of the blow.

Her body swayed violently, spinning like a leaf caught in a gale, before collapsing hard onto the marble floor.

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