All Chapters of Her Revenge, His Regret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Dame’s POVIt took a while for my eyes to adjust to the chaos. For a moment I thought my house was on fire. The very house that I had sorted the design myself after tearing it down from the old design to create a masterpiece. My legs wobbled as I breathed hard in a hide to get a hold of myself. Behind the raving fire was Jean tossing things into it to make it blow more. My mouth was agape in utmost shock when I looked down at one of the things she threw and it happened to be one of my expensive wristwatches. Wait a minute, this bitch is actually burning my stuff. My concern was replaced with anger. I stomped my feet towards her angrily. Without thinking I slapped her hard across the face. Everyone around gasped loudly. Jean put a hand to her face and before I could strike another blow she ran off. “Have you all gone mad? Get some water and quench the fire, you stupid peasants. How dare you all just stand by and watch her make a mess of my things? You had better have that dead in a

Jean’s POV I woke up with an intense ache in the side of my head. As I managed to sit up, someone rushed to my side to hand me a glass of water. I drank it with relish before adjusting my eyes to the room.  “Beta Lance,” I muttered in a croaky voice.  “Hi there.” He smiled tightly. “How are you feeling?”  I sat up gently feeling aches all over my body and for a moment my face felt stiff. “I feel wrecked.”&nbs

Mark’s POV “Get your fucking hands off me!” Rayna blurted as I slammed the door shut.  I pushed her backwards breathing hard. “Have you lost your mind? What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you plan to ruin my family?”  She cackled like a maniac. “What stupid family? A family on their way to commit incest.”  “Shut the hell up! Just shut that trap that you call a mouth! I have been trying to put up with you but you do everything to ruin it. What

Jean’s POV “I allowed your mother in. Ensure she doesn’t do something as silly as making any recording of anything. I have had just about enough of every one of you today.” Lance stated with evident irritation in his voice. I nodded slowly, avoiding his eyes. “Thank you.”  He didn’t respond and left the room. Moments like this make me realize that I have no one to lean on except my mother. Since the packhouse is still on lockdown. I had to beg Lance to allow her into the house while promising she wouldn’t go overboard. The maids and guards are whining subtly

Chapter 129 Jean’s POV I could feel their eyes staring intently at the red scars trailing my back. Most especially Dame’s that seemed to be burning through my skin. Some of the scars aren’t real, but still, it doesn’t matter as I intend to milk this situation until it goes flat. Satisfied that they must have had enough look. I put my shirt back on and turned to see their bewildered faces.   Elder Nicholas was the first to speak. “Might I ask, why did he trash you like this?”