All Chapters of My Revenge With Mr Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Genevieve.I waited until the whole house was quiet, before bringing the phone out. I got down from my bed slowly so as not to alert the watchdogs my father placed outside my room door. I took the business card and walked towards the balcony door, I tried opening it but realized it was locked. I cursed under my breath as I made my way to the bathroom since my plan of making the call outside wouldn’t work out.As soon as I got in I quickly turned the shower on, and sat on the toilet seat. I turned the phone on and bit my bottom lip when I saw the battery was low, I had to make this call quickly.I typed the number and thankfully it rang, I bit painfully on my lip as the call rang for the first time but no one answered. I tried again, and luckily the second time he answered.“Alexander King speaking,” he answered with a professional tone that almost made me roll my eyes. But I have to remind myself that I have no time to do that.“It’s me,” I answered and immediately slapped myself for

Genevieve.Dahlia had her own sick way of bullying me, she tends to treat me like the good sister she’s around guests and strangers but while we are inside she acts differently.At first, I thought it must have been something I did but I was wrong, no matter how hard I tried to do what she wanted, the more her bullying increased.“I don’t need her concerned mother, she should keep that to herself,” I said as I glared at her.Her eyes held anger but she wasn’t going to show it because like always she wanted to put on an act in front of everyone.“Behave yourself Genevieve!” Mother warned.“Or what mother?” I asked, looking at her.I realize that I no longer have anything to be scared of, she couldn’t hurt me because Mr King had my back and I knew she wouldn’t want to get on his bad side.The only thing I was hoping for was for him not to back down on our deal.What if he no longer wants my body? What if he’s found someone prettier and sexier than me?The thoughts kept coming in and I c

Genevieve. My family couldn’t be more dramatic than they have already been, it came as a shock to me to what Mr King said but I didn’t react to it. I see it as something she deserved for hitting me for no particular reason. I was a bit glad Mr King didn’t do it himself, I didn’t know what to feel if he was a woman beater. I would have rejected our deal right here and now if he had done that. Watching my mother hit herself over and over again with her own hand felt satisfying to my abused soul. Dad looked helpless as he watched his wife slap herself over and over again, there’s nothing he could do. If he were to say anything right now, I bet his business wouldn’t be the same tomorrow or later today as it was before. Mr King wasn’t wrong when he threatened them with the family company, it felt like he knew how my family was; how power-hungry they were. I stood behind him as I watched the drama unfold and for the first time in my life, I felt….protected. And it wasn’t because I was

Genevieve.I took the stairs down to the living room and on my way I used the opportunity to check the house out. The interior was so vast that it would be mistaken for an event center, with its fancy furniture adding an elegant touch. The whole place was to die for.I was so engrossed in looking around that I didn’t see someone standing in front of me until I bumped into him.“Sorry, so sorry,” I apologized quickly because I knew this was my fault.The man stood up straight and looked at me with a smile, “It’s nothing, ma’am.” He had a suit on with a white tie.I bet he would be in his seventies or maybe sixties or even fifties, why the heck am I even thinking about his age?“I’m Martin, Mr King's butler,” the man introduced himself.“And I will be escorting you to the dining room, miss,” he moved aside and gestured for me to pass.I smiled at him before walking down the stairs, we got to the living room and he led me to the dining room.Before I could do anything, he pulled a seat o

Genevieve.I wanted to run back to the bathroom especially when I saw Mr King staring at me like I was the last piece of candy in a candy shop. I stood there awkwardly without knowing what to say, should I say something or did he know I had no clothes to wear?I kept on staring at the floor when I had him say,“Need something, Eve?” His voice was deep and I had to bite my inner cheek not to do something stupid at the mention of my name.I nodded my head and said without looking at him,“I….I don’t have my clothes, Mr King, I left them back home,” I told him.“Look at me,” he ordered but my eyes remained on the floor.He took a step forward, “Eve, look at me,” he said and I found my body following his command.“First of all you can call me Alexander, and secondly you have to look me in the eye when talking to me,” he said.“Wait here,” he walked past me into another room which turned out to be a walk-in closet. I wasn’t surprised when the colors there were just black and nothing else.