All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third person POVThere was a feeling of dread within Mr Stark, the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It’s so much more than just fear—it’s also confusion, and worry, and maybe even sadness, because if he wasn’t wrong…then something was truly off.First the death of his friend had come as shocking news to him, one that had nearly shattered the stability that Stark had left in his life. Jude had not just been a friend, he had saved his life multiple times and was someone close to his heart. He had become an older brother, a mentor, a confidant, a partner. But most importantly, he had been a mentor—the one who had taught him all about law, and life, and things that he still didn’t get the hang of like golf.He couldn't imagine how the world would feel without Jude. Without his constant smile and endless encouragement, he would have lost his way long ago. His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak.As Stark w

Unknown POV“Can we not leave tomorrow pleaseeeee” my sister pleaded with my mom as she made her way through the kitchen on her way to get us all breakfast.It was the last day of our summer holiday and all we were allowed to do was stay home so we could wake up early the next day to start our trip back home.“Eat your breakfast, Kendall, there will be a lot of other summer holidays” mom said while she finished buttering some bread for herself. She had always been one to baby us and baby even our dad.My parents had lived together since high school. But they decided to separate at college and then they got back together after college and the rest was history. Mom worked in the city office of our town. She was a secretary but also one of the chief prosecutors of a police force in the area. Dad did work in the construction company which meant he spent a lot of time at work and he didn't get out much. He liked it that way, he said it gave him more freedom and he didn' get caught up in

RhysI woke up with a strange urge the next morning, something in me had shifted, and I was now feeling different from how I used to be, I still knew what it meant but I couldn't figure out why that had happened, my brain wasn’t quite as sharp, and yet I did know things I hadn’t known before. It made me feel like there was someone else inside me or something inside me that was different.What was happening? That tiny voice was groaning inside of me, not out of agitation but rather because it wanted answers but I didn’t know what I could give him. I felt unsettled by the unfamiliarity I found myself experiencing and I needed more help than what anyone could offer.As I strolled through the streets, the wind rustled against my ears and the leaves danced around me in some kind of dance I couldn’t see. I didn’t have any sense of time, though this wasn’t unusual for me, so maybe I was just being too subjective about it. Or maybe it was the fact that I couldn’t even remember what day it was

VincentFuck! fuck, fuck! how did I mess up so easily, everything was going great, going according to plan until I had to fucking ruin it.“Cory…” I began to say but I couldn't even form the words. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to say, I just felt like saying something would help me get rid of this feeling of unease in my stomach. Like, the way you do when you know you messed something up but there's nothing you can change or fix and you feel helpless. “Leave this room” Her voice came out as a whisper, but the tone wasn't soft or sweet, it sounded harsh as ice, icy and hard enough to cut into your skin like glass. It scared me. “Just leave.” The bed dipped down with her weight on it, indicating that she was now sitting. I stayed silent and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It looked back at me with an empty look in its eyes. A hollow, hollow shell that was devoid of any emotion, like a mannequin that had been abandoned by its owner. I looked at the reflection for a little wh

RhysI hated the hospital, it was a reminder of what I had lost, a reminder of what this place had taken from me . I hated the white walls that made up so many rooms, and the smell of bleach that would hang in the air, and I hated the sadness the atmosphere instilled in everyone who stayed there. It was like a funeral or memorial for all those who died in it, it was cold and empty and lonely. It was an institution designed to give people hope. Hope for things they could never truly achieve. Hopefulness. Optimism. A belief that things might get better and most times it never really did but I still found comfort in its false optimism. The fake optimism. Because at least in the fake hope, no one ever gave you up. As I parked in the parking lot of the hospital, I made my way inside, calling Mrs Stark.Immediately she saw, she broke into tears and held her in my arms as she clutched onto me weeping into my shoulder.After a while, she pulled away, clearing her throat as she wiped