All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Darcy"Leave the bitch to rot," a sharp voice said, a mocking laughter following the words. I gasped, shooting up from the bed as I woke up from the horrible nightmare I had been trapped in. Cold sweat lined my forehead and relief swept through me at the realization that it wasn't real. "Mrs. Madigan, you're awake." A woman in light green scrubs approached me from the door, wearing a wide smile, "Congratulations to the newest mother in this ward." All of me hurt down to the root of my hair and I began to lay back down when I realized that something was missing. Panic gripped me like a vise, "Where's my child? Where's my husband?" "Relax, Mrs. Madigan. The child is fine. You had a beautiful baby boy, and he was registered as Christopher Adam Madigan two days ago." My jaw dropped open, "Two days ago?" She nodded, heading over to the machines behind me to adjust them, "After your operation, you lost a lot of blood and passed out. We almost thought that you wouldn’t make it. But we

Darcy "I don't know how she managed to survive," the shocked voice was the first thing I heard as I woke up. I tried to blink my eyes open fully, but I couldn't see out of one of them, and the other eyelid felt too heavy for me to lift. Where was I? Was I dead? Was this heaven? I glanced down at my body and felt bile crawl up my throat. White bandages had been wrapped around me from head to toe. I looked like an embalmed body. With a cry of horror, I staggered out of the bed, almost falling flat on my face. The tray at my bedside crashed to the ground along with a clipboard. The clattering sound caught the attention of the two uniformed women in the room with me. "Ma'am, what are you doing?" The shorter one cried, as they began to race toward me. Determination pumped through my vein like adrenaline and I dragged my exhausted body through a door to the side and shut it behind me, twisting the knob to lock it. "Call Doctor Peters!" I heard one of them bark. "Ma'am, please come o

Darcy"What?” I stared at the man in front of me with cold eyes . “The hell are you talking about now?”My mouth felt drier than a desert. The only thing that was keeping me sitting was my clenched fists, tightly clutching at the sleeves of my blazer. I fought against all the emotions and instinctual urges to throw them at his stupid face.“9” He began again.“You can't possibly be..”“8, 7, 6, 5, 4…” Rhys kept going on faster than the first time and I looked around as if a miracle would happen.“1…” He wasn't kidding and when I didn't say anything, he was already walking away.I saw my revenge plan slowly slipping away from me.“Wait!” I said it louder than I had intended to. “I will marry you” He turned back to me, smiling like a shark preparing for the feast, “Now.”I wanted to kill him. I really did. What did he mean by now? “Now?” I repeated after him, feeling my blood pressure rising with every passing second, not quite believing what he had just said.“Yes now. Shall we?” And

Darcy“Surprise!” Vincent and Cora said that morning with those traditional fake smiles plastered on their faces.I looked at Rhys to see if his face gave off any hint of why they were here but I got nothing. It only meant that he was not aware of their visit or he just had his usual blank stare.“Why are you here?” Rhys's voice was so casual.I knew for a fact that they couldn't stand each other.“To have breakfast and Cora really wanted to catch up with your wife, what’s her name again?” Vincent asked as his eyes scanned every inch of my body before landing on me. He had an intense look in his eye as he stared at me while waiting for my response.“Tessa,” I tried not to cringe under his gaze. This man had no shame. I was repulsed by the fact that I was once in love with him. There was no sign of the child anywhere and it made me wonder how often he was left with a nanny. They should have just left him with me!“Lovely name for a lovely woman” Vincent continued but Cora cleared her

RhysWhen we got inside, I saw Alex, Clarissa and Sophia. We had all gone to Harvard Business School together and were familiar with each other. Clarissa clung to me like a second skin. She and I had a thing once too many times and sometimes we still fuck whenever we found it convenient but right now I was not in the mood.“Did you hear that he bought Event 45?”One of the men randomly chirped in and the conversation kept moving from one subject to another.“Are you avoiding me?” Clarissa asked me after a failed attempt to urge me for a quickie. She was still clinging to me.“Of course not, why would you think that?” I tried to act innocent, I really did. But my heart wasn’t there either. It just felt cold and lifeless at the moment. This was how life usually goes, I didn't feel anything other than sexual attraction to all the women I had been with.“So you are really married?” she continued in a tone of voice that implied she already knew the answer but wanted me to confirm it anyway.