All Chapters of Beautiful Disaster: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Austin must have sensed her mood because as soon as they pulled away from Three Oaks, he asked, "Is everything okay?"Marybeth gave him a sidelong glance before allowing her gaze to wander off, "why do you ask?""You seem a little subdued," he replied. "Did you and your father get a chance to talk and work things out?""We did," she nodded as she shifted in her seat and made herself comfortable. "We also tried to sort out the rehab bill, but you beat us to it."Austin didn't say anything for a long stretch, and she was starting to think that he hadn't heard her when he finally spoke, "you don't seem happy.""Happy?" Marybeth scoffed. "Why would I be happy about any of this?""You were worried about how you were going to settle the bill—"She turned around so fast to glare at him she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd gotten whiplash. "It wasn't your place to settle it! Now my father and Danica will never learn their lesson.""You think I did this for your father and his crackhead w

When Austin returned to Blake's office, his capos had moved on from the sex tape and were now crowded around one of the laptops, watching Nadia and her crew."They just got here," they announced before Austin could even ask them anything."But they're one man short today," Angelo said, sipping his whiskey."Who's missing?" Austin asked as he took his place on the couch."The older son, Josef Something What's—His—Name," replied Tim, his eyes barely moving from the screen."Did you track down their hideout?" asked Austin as he reached for his laptop and got down to some work."They're renting a place in Montague Cove," replied Angelo."Swanky," said Austin. If it wasn't obvious before that Nadia and her little gang were raking in the money, it was now. Montague Cove was an upmarket neighbourhood in the east of town, and the rent was R20K minimum for a two-bedroom place."Well, they have to use their ill-gotten gains somewhere," Tim said wryly."Any word on Friar John?" Austin enquired a

Pigs!They were all pigs, Austin fumed as he and Angelo waded through the unkempt rooms. They weren't even inside the Van Staden's five-bedroom apartment for five minutes, and he was ready to get the hell out of there.He didn't know what was worse—the bug-ridden kitchen overflowing with dirty cups and plates and days-old garbage bags, or the living room, where a heavy stench seemed to stain the very air they were breathing.He didn't even want to venture into the bedrooms because he was terrified of the madness he'd find in there.How anyone could throw away R40K on rent just to live in such filth was beyond him.With the amount of money Nadia was bringing in, he would have expected the woman to at least hire part-time help—"Don't just stand there! Help me!" Angelo said, breaking through his disgusted thoughts as he threw a pair of latex gloves at him.Austin caught them swiftly and reluctantly slipped them on. He wasn't a germophobe by any stretch, but even he had his limits, and i

Camille Charleston was properly fucked if the jelly-like feeling in her limbs and the throbbing ache in her lady bits were anything to go by. No surprises there. After all, Ralph, one of her junior reporters at Scandal and latest boy toy, knew his way around the sheets.He wasn't particularly good at his job by any stretch of the imagination. His weekly satire column on the country's politics often put her to sleep. But, what he lacked in the way of skills at the office, he more than made up for in her bed. And this was the only reason she'd kept him around. Camille didn't tolerate mediocrity in her life, and Ralph was far from mediocre when it came to using his tongue and dick.As satiated as she was, though, she had to send him home ASAP. She never made the mistake of allowing her lovers to stay the night. She wasn't about to start now with him. She loved her personal space too much. Though she'd admit, he looked thoroughly tempting as he lay there, with the covers spread over the l

Marybeth awakened to a different world–one filled with murder and violence.As she stood in the living room, her eyes glued to the horrific news on the TV, she couldn't understand how humans could be so cruel, so brutal, and so heartless.Last night, the city had been taken under siege in a spate of gruesome attacks, sending shock waves throughout the country, and the cops were now out in full force, playing catch up to the criminals.The Police Minister—it still hadn't registered to her that the man was Hadley's father—was front and centre, vowing to bring the responsible party or parties to book.Marybeth snickered at his empty promises. She didn't expect much from a man neck-deep in the mob's affairs and watching him make a mockery of the people he was supposed to serve made her sick to her stomach."We have zero tolerance for violence, and our society has no place for animals—" Rawlings continued with his press-op, and Marybeth couldn't help but roll her eyes, immensely annoyed on