All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RhysIt was supposed to be her anniversary yet I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Most times I pretended like it never happened, that she was still somewhere full of life. I also kept to myself the thoughts that she didn't kill herself. My mother would never have killed herself but I didn't get answers, not after so many years. I didn't know what I was thinking when I asked Tessa to walk with me but strolling through the streets of New York was more therapeutic than I could remember. It was Thursday And I was supposed to be resting from the stress of work and most especially, thinking of ways to get the financial records.I was restless.I couldn't close my eyes without being taken back to that horrific evening, I didn't need any fucking reminder, I had been there when I was elven and I didn't want to be there anymore but it seemed my demons could not understand me because they were ready to drag me into their abyss the moment I closed my eyes. They pounced on me without me

Darcy“What are you doing?” My heart was beating frantically against my chest. He had closed up the space between us in less than a second. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room and I could feel his body warmth radiating through my clothes. It should be creepy but it wasn't. It was comforting somehow, almost like he really did care. His hand held my chin still as he stared at me with an intense look that I couldn't quite decipher. “Do you know what happens if you don't stop moving for too long?” His voice was low and rough. I shivered involuntarily despite the heat radiating off him. There was something compelling about the way he made my body react to him. His warm hands on my face seemed to make them react too.My mouth moved before I realized what I was saying. “No.” My response sounded more breathy than I'd intended. I cleared my throat and tried again. “No. What are you going to do?”it was a challenge, my face said it all.He smiled slowly , taking one hand away from

Rhys“I want to see my mom!” I yelled for the hundredth time into my father’s face which was red from rage, anger, or both as he dragged me through the halls of his office building. I tried to wriggle free of his grip and failed miserably. I kicked him hard in the shin as well but he barely flinched. Instead, he held me still and gave me a resounding slap across the face. I stumbled back and hit a shelf containing stacks of papers before falling on my butt. My cheek hurt horribly. It felt like it had been doused with firecrackers but also ice cold all at once.His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve caused me when your low life of a mother brought you here?” He asked with an ugly smirk. I glared at him and spat blood out onto his shoe, “You know she didn't mean to do anything wrong.” I growled, my voice shaking with fear. My father shook his head like it wasn’t worth repeating.“You should have been more grateful for everything I have

DarcyI thought we were having an honest conversation, I didn't mean to upset him but he left. I heard the main door slam but I didn't hear any sound from his cars so I could tell he didn't take any of them.Where would he go by that time of the morning?After about fifteen minutes, the door slammed open and he stood there, panting and staring at me like it was a crime scene for all of ten seconds before collapsing on the couch next to me with an exhausted sigh. He looked terrible. His hair was sticking up wildly in every possible direction and I wondered if I should get him some aspirin. Or maybe a glass of water. “Are you… are you alright?” He didn't respond, instead, his eyes flickered back and forth between me and the clock, trying to determine what I couldn't understand.Then he buried his face deeper into the sofa cushions and groaned, “Fuck!”He said fuck, like the most amazing thing he had ever heard. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but as soon as I heard hi

RhysMy head felt heavy, the sun lightened but not yet bright enough to penetrate my closed eyelids. My mouth tasted stale. A headache pounded at my temple and a faint, unpleasant odor lingered in the air around me. When I finally looked around me, there were empty bottles scattered about on the floor, some of them broken. I took a deep breath, feeling like I hadn't had anything to drink for hours. My stomach roiled as the sour taste lingered. The world was still spinning and I struggled to stay conscious. With each slow blink, my eyes seemed to focus on one thing before moving on to another.“Damn” I cursed out when I tried to stand but couldn’t seem to put weight on any leg. “This fucking sucks.” Even speaking caused an ache to spread from my left hip. I tried lifting both my arms but only succeeded in dropping them back down with a groan. The room seemed to tilt and I struggled against black spots creeping into my vision. “Dammit! What is happening?” I whispered to myself, str