All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

RhysMr Stark died two days after he read my grandfather’s will to us. He had fainted and was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead.Tessa and I were all in a state of shock and utter disbelief. But currently standing in this graveyard surrounded by his wife and well wishers I couldn't help but wonder if things could have turned out differently.Her cries were heartbreaking – I'm sure you could hear them over the past blocks - but I couldn't recall ever hearing her sound so heartbroken. She was crying for her husband, for what was supposed to be their happily ever after. Vincent didn't show up and I didn't expect him to after everything.Once the burial service was over, we returned to Mr Starks home where people kept pouring into the house like bees attracted to honey. His family and friends offered their condolences. It was almost as if they thought they'd be able to keep him alive by doing so.“I feel so sad, everything happened too fast and Mrs Stark…” Tessa traile

Vincent“Are you just going to sit there,and keep drinking? Was that the agreement we had? Are you just going to let him take everything you've worked so hard for?” Cory asked me.I told her, I couldn't afford to deal with it alone. I needed some sort of distraction. I couldn't lie, the words of the old man from that day still replayed in my head and it was a good thing he was gone. But right now I didn't have a choice right now. I had to keep drinking until I was able to decide that there was something more to this than what could be explained by pure chance or coincidence. “Rhys and that dumb girl of a wife had always been trouble” Cory said, her face twisting in disgust. “It would have been better had she never come here at all." Her face looked as though she was about to cry. Her hands trembled. She took a deep breath. “You need to stay away from alcohol for now."“What if fate is right? What if being in charge has always been Rhys birthright?” I was thrown into a state of frenz

RhysIt couldn’t be! It wasn’t possible, there was no way that could they have been the same person.My whole body felt like an alien had taken over my flesh. It made me feel as if I might throw up at any moment. I felt sick to my stomach, and the feeling only intensified with each new thought in my head. They were the same person! This…this had to be some kind of mistake. Yet I somehow knew it to be true. How did I miss it? There had always been something mysterious about her that somehow felt familiar, she had always seemed off to me, but how could I not notice? She seemed to know more, like she was somehow holding herself back.I grabbed my bag and began stomping out of the office.“Sir are you leaving? we have a meeting scheduled for this afternoon” my secretary askedI turned to face her, her eyes widened when she noticed what I looked like, “Sorry sir…” She trailed off looking very concerned“Reschedule it” I spat out coldly. Before her voice had even fully died down I walked

Unknown“You coming here has become habitual and I don't like it” Those were the first words that came from Madam Margaret's lips once I walked into her office. As usual, she looked like a queen in her regal red velvet gown, even though she was sitting behind her grand mahogany desk. She was one of the most powerful women I knew and at this moment I had to admit I was intimidated by her for some reason. “It's always nice to see you too Madam Margaret” My words reeked of sarcasm but she just rolled her eyes and dismissed me with a wave of her hand. “Why have you come back here?” She asked as she stood up and paced around her office. A large mahogany bookcase covered almost all of the wall. Her bookshelves were lined with thick leather bound books, old journals and other rare times. The walls were painted in a pale yellow color with gold trim. Her question was blunt and straightforward as usual, so I took it as a sign to answer.“You know why I am here”“I don't, remind me” She said b

DarcyI couldn't sleep. It reminded me of the first time I saw that they were thin lines- cuts and bruises marrying his skin - covering most of his wrists and it felt odd looking at them because... I couldn't bring myself to think about it, was he cutting himself?I mean that was impossible, right? Rhys Madigan couldn't be cutting himself right? he had no reason to. But they were old ones too and the look on his face gave him away.He had looked like a scared animal who's been cornered. like knew he was going to go under, the odds were stacked against him and he knew it. He had immediately pulled the length of his shirt down self-consciously and his shoulders tensed. A small smile twitched at the edges of his lips and I swear his entire demeanor shifted, he was calmer now. It was as though he put a lid back on that vulnerability that had threatened to surface after a while. I felt bad watching, but I wanted to help somehow.I tried to push through that mental wall he'd put up arou