All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RhysShe was a strange woman and I noticed how often she would avert her gaze and how careful she was being. It felt as though the woman in front of me had two personalities fighting to be the one who spoke first because every once in a while they would fight for dominance over each other.I still could not tell how she managed to convince me, maybe it was because I wanted to win Vincent so bad, I wanted to prove to him like one of those numerous times that he was no match for me.I watched the blush spread against her cheeks and how she struggled to hide it with her hair. She looked beautiful, like a porcelain doll, delicate and pale but there was something about her that gave her an unsettling aura. I wondered why she seemed so familiar to me. When she finally looked up, there was a sudden urge to tug the hair that covered each side of her face behind her cheeks and I felt disgusted at myself when my hands clenched into tight fists and the desire to do just that burned inside of me.

RhysThere was no sign of any form figure wearing a hoodie on the CCTV footage, not even a single glimpse. It was like whoever the person was, he hadn't been there in the first place. Which is pretty much impossible with what I had just witnessed.“What incompetence is this?”I muttered under my breath as the video continued to run. “We are sorry sir” the manager replied, sounding more like he wanted to be doing something else than apologizing to me for whatever it was. “Sorry? Your incompetence got my wife harassed. What if I had not stepped in when I did? How would that have looked? If you are truly sorry, show it!” I yelled at him. “This has got to stop!”I said, shaking my head in annoyance as the video ended. “Find me a CCTV footage that has that figure in or you'll know why you shouldn't mess with a Madigan!” At the mention of my surname, the manager froze. “And one that's clear and has good coverage of the entire event. Otherwise, consider your position gone” I told him before

DarcyIf you thought Rhys Madigan was an intimidating man then you had to meet his grandfather, Jude Madigan.I felt bare sitting in front of the men and his blue eyes that were similar to those of his grandson.He had asked to speak with me alone after we arrived at his place so Rhys left me. It made me wonder if I had done something wrong or maybe he just needed a minute to collect himself. Either way it wouldn’t take long for him to get back.Jude Madigan sat across from me patiently as he took a sip from his cup of tea. He didn’t say anything even though I wasn’t expecting any response since we hadn’t spoken much to each other. I busied myself with looking around his home. Each design was specifically crafted to scream “Old money” everything reeked of wealth and class. Secretly I wondered how much money the old man had. It seemed like a lot snice Rhys and Vincent were bent on killing themselves for it.“You look tensed, sip your tea” The older man ordered. He looked different from

DarcyStrong arms pulled me away from the cold and the darkness, back to the warm-up safety of their embrace. I didn’t fight them because as much as I wanted to I wasn’t in a state to do so right now. It was more than the lack of energy that made me give up fighting it, it was the fear of being hurt by whoever it was, or worse, by myself, that made me stop fighting. That and the fact that my whole body felt numb and useless. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stay in this perfect moment where nothing could hurt me and everything was calm. I couldn’t tell if I was still dreaming, I had to be dreaming but I couldn’t help but wonder why the woods had suddenly become my room, or why I felt warm inside, I know nightmares didn’t make anyone feel that way, I couldn’t tell if I was losing my mind. My eyes fluttered open slowly, just enough to look at who was holding me, but my gaze remained unfocused until I finally realized what I saw. My eyes widened and I gasped quietly when my vision cl

Darcy“What are you doing?” Rhys didn't seem impressed at all. His face held its usual blank stare. He looked at me as if I was done something wrong.I smiled sheepishly “Making breakfast for you” ever since my encounter with Jude Madigan, it was as if I saw Rhys a little bit clearly.I understood the demons he was struggling with in more ways than one. His whole life seemed to revolve around his relationship with his mother. She had sacrificed so much and all the while maybe, just maybe he blamed himself for her death.“I have someone who does that, are you trying to kill me?” He sounded slightly amused at my attempts. But when the words left his mouth I felt like he wasn't joking.“Oh, no.” It came out of my lips before I could even think of what to say next. “I… I just…I… thought maybe I should do something nice for you” I tried to explain myself but the words died on my tongue. My palms were sweating.The silence stretched between us. My cheeks flushed under his gaze. “Why?” The