All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Darcy "What the hell do you think you're doing!" The sharp bark behind me caused me to whirl around too fast, and the mug I had been reaching for slipped out of my grasp and went tumbling to the ground. I let out a startled squeal, jumping away as the mug crashed to the ground. "Darcy, are you alright?" Cora cried, racing forward to pull me away from the wreckage. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," to my embarrassment, tears started to fill my eyes again. I blamed it on the hormones. Ever since I had gotten pregnant, I could go from laughing to sobbing in the space of seconds. I couldn't wait to have this baby and finally be myself again. "It's alright, just take a seat," my husband's stunning business associate said with a small smile, ushering me onto a kitchen stool. I stared at the fragments of ceramic, "I should clean that up before it hurts someone." She stared at me like I had grown a second head, "What are the maids for?" Before I could say a

Darcy"Ma'am, I'm sorry but I can't let you in," the Stony faced security guard at the gate said. "Excuse me?" I asked, brows inching up to almost my hairline, "What do you mean by that? This is my home. It's me, Darcy. Vincent's wife." If I was expecting the man to suddenly start apologizing and opening the gates, I was sorely disappointed. He stared at me with irritation, "We have clear orders from the boss to not let you in. And to remove you through any means necessary if you try to defy his orders." Shock rendered me speechless for a few moments, "No. This is impossible! It has to be a mistake. Call Vincent. Or Cora. Even the housekeeper. They will confirm that I'm supposed to be in there." "You're creating a scene, ma'am." "And I'll continue to create one till this mistake has been cleared up," I said desperately. It had to be a mistake. The guard had to have gotten me mixed up with someone else. Even as I assured myself with those words, a strange feeling had began to se

DarcySeven months later "... The wife of one of the acting COOs of Madigan enterprises has released a a statement defending her husband, Vincent Madigan, and saying that he had nothing to do with the_" "Turn it off," I barked. The car was plunged into silence as the cab driver immediately turned off the radio. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled out my compact mirror to check my reflection for the umpteenth time, reassuring myself that my face hadn't gone back to being twisted up and scarred while I hadn't been paying attention. I raised a hand and touched my new face, still doubting the miracle that Doctor Peters had worked on my face. "We're here ma'am," the driver's voice cut through my musings and I jerked my head up to stare at the intimidating high rise building before me. "Thanks," I handed him some dollar notes and stepped out of the car, bracing myself for the stares and whispers and gasps, but just like it had been for the past few weeks, none of them came. Instead,

DarcyThe rest of dinner went in a blur. I couldn't remember what happened, all I wanted was an opportunity to hold my son again , and that's all he seemed to want too; he wanted to be held so desperately it almost hurt me to look at him, but even that wasn't good enough, he just needed to be near me, and I wanted that so badly.Rhys drove me home, I didn't ask him about how he knew my apartment like I had wanted to anymore because it didn't matter now. For two days after that dinner, I was unable to sleep. The sound of my child crying woke me up every single night, and sometimes I even cried as well. Today I got back from work and as I walked into my apartment, it was empty.Totally empty!My heart sank, had I been robbed? No, no. That couldn't have happened. I was told it was the good part of town. I ran over to Mr Albert who lived next door, he owned the house.“I have been robbed Sir, my apartment is empty. They took everything”. My voice quivered as the tears were trying to mak