All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DarcySomething about the whole week seemed off, especially with Rhys.Not that he did much or we did much but he was awfully quiet, more than usual at least. He would sit and work in silence for hours, then go and do something else completely unrelated. I don’t know if that was normal to him, it didn’t seem like it was to me, it just felt off.It was like the closer I got to him, the more he withdrew like a turtle retreating into its shell. Even his voice had changed to match that of an old man, deeper with age, it seemed weird to hear him speak normally without the lilt of youth there. Okay maybe I was exaggerating.But that afternoon the doorbell rang and I went to answer it.I wasn’t expecting anybody so I was surprised when I saw a woman that looked like she belonged on vogue covers. She had long straight blonde hair cut into bangs that cascaded down her back to her mid waist, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, a green cardigan over the top of her shoulders and brown leather

Darcy I still didn't see Rhys the whole day.I was beginning to grow worried. I called several times and yet his number wouldn't ring.I didn't know what to do, or where to go. What if Vincent and Cory had hurt him like they wanted to?Fear crept in at my heels, I couldn't help but feel it. I was afraid he'd been hurt because of me. That someone wanted to harm me, to punish me for what I'd done. Because of who I am. My hands shook. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'd go over to Vincent’s house, and if he was not there, then I would go to Jude Madigan.As I took a cab out of the house, I was yet to adjust to the luxury that came with being Rhys's wife and moreover I didn't think I. needed all of that. My heart kept beating loudly against my ribcage, I felt lightheaded, and my breath was shallow. I needed to get out of the car, breathe some fresh air. When the driver eventually pulled up in front of Vincent’s house, my stomach twisted with anxiety as I took each step.I

DarcyWhen I opened my eyes, the lights seemed too bright for me and I groaned.It felt like I couldn't move as I tried to look around at the unfamiliar surroundings, trying not to be dizzy from the lack of movement. Did I die? Was I in heaven? Was this after life? Why did afterlife feel so small and the walls too plain? The air smelled wrong and the floor look too hard. l Where am I supposed to be?As my vision focused in on what was before my eyes, it was a door and it moved.A person appeared behind it and she was dressed in white, like a nurse.She looked stunned to see me, one minute she disappeared through the door only to return with a doctor.They both stared at each other for who knows how long until the man spoke up, “Hello? Who are you?” his tone was more curious than anything else. It was only when he moved beside me that I noticed the machines connected to my body.He checked my the machines, my pulse, my eyes, everything.“How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked aft

Darcy“You need to stop watching me like a hawk” I was finally free to leave the hospital and Rhys was acting differently and it made me uncomfortable.“The plan was to pretend that we are married and not for you to die. So no, I wouldn't stop watching you like a hawk. You can't leave this house without the driver and two able men outside, at least until your condition is stable enough to be left alone. We don’t know who or what we are truly dealing with. I would never allow something like that to happen again, especially from recklessness” He had said it as he walked through the room, going through his closet.I looked at him and felt so out of place here. “This isn't my life” I wanted to scream but I didn't.Claire treated me as if I was an egg shell, scared I'd break at the slightest touch. And she always seemed to be watching me when we were together. I was just... stuck in this house, watching Vincent work his way around while I tried not to think about what happened next.His col

RhysFor a lady who was 5 '3 she sure did have a lot stored up in her. And while I took her for the late-night drive, just to make it up to her, she dozed off from all the anger she was trying to keep inside her. Her mouth was partly wide and I chuckled at how adorable she looked. Weird. I didn't go around chuckling at ladies.Suddenly her eyes slowly fluttered open. as if she felt herself being gently shaken. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and squinted them to try and focus on what was happening. And she realized that she was still in my car.Her light blue eyes met mine and I drew in sharp breaths, taking notice of their color. They were deep and captivating, and they gave everything a certain mysterious quality I couldn't - can't explain.“We are here” I forced myself to say. Turning my attention from her eyes and lips. I would have kissed her right now and taken her back home to do all of the sinful things running through my mind. if she was one of those girls. But she