All Chapters of Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Unknown POVThe next time I visited Madam Margaret, she looked at me with less resentment than before, which was a considerable improvement. It seemed that she'd gotten what I needed.“So, any news?” I asked taking a seat opposite her desk. She looked up from her desk and gave me a smile.“You know I would do anything for my money” , she said, “but as it is…well, the situation has changed quite drastically.” She took out an envelope containing several papers and placed them on my desk. I glanced over them, as if they weren't important to my mission. “And your source?” I questioned, knowing very well there had to be someone. “Go ahead and open it” , she answered, a little too enthusiastically in my opinion, but I did so anyway. “What is this hospital?” I asked skeptical of the photo I had seen inside of this envelope. It didn't look like the sort of place you could just waltz into.“It's a private facility”. She answered. “And it's the most advanced comestic hospital in all of city

RhysI woke up to see her staring at me with a smile playing on her lips.“Are you good?”She nodded but she was blushing and I couldn't understand why.“Is something happening?”She surprised me by leaning closely and kissing me, regardless of my morning breath. “Can you fuck me roughly?” I was stunned when I looked back at her. Her face was too innocent for those words to have fallen from.But she set her back on the bed, her thighs were spread wide revealing her pink little cunt. And I couldn't resist myself or her. I rolled over and immediately inserted my two middle fingers into her and she closed her eyes and threw her head back, sighing in contentment.“Please!” she whimpered. “Oh please, I…! Right there, please! I feel so good!”I grinned devilishly at her and continued to finger her faster than she could reach. She was hot and tight and her wetness was slick beneath my fingers. And she moaned again, and again, louder each time as I pushed harder into her pussy with my finge

Darcy It was already one in the afternoon and Rhys was not bad. After that weird dream, I had a nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong and if it wasn't that, then I was losing my mind.The first month after my surgery that made me a whole new person physically, I started therapy but I stopped committing to it.Now I wanted so badly to talk to somebody, anybody and I decided that I needed therapy. Maybe my therapist would be the right person to tell me that I was losing my mind.As I walked in, I couldn't pretend that I wasn't anxious, it felt like it's been ages since the last session. It felt like the first day all over again.Beads of sweat formed on my forehead despite the cool air conditioning in the waiting room. The steady drip of water from a faucet sounded in the background and my heart beat faster than normal. Sweat dripped onto the table as well as the palms of my hands. A couple of strands of hair fell into my face and I brushed them back.I sighed for the umpte

RhysHow was I supposed to find her? I turned on the tracking app on my phone and followed its directions. She was in front of a hospital, curled in a corner.Her arms were wrapped around her as she rocked herself back and forth, rocking slowly. I hurried towards her. My feet stumbled over some debris and I almost fell. She didn't notice me yet but when she did... I froze with terror when I realized how fragile she looked. How much she needed help. The pain that was radiating off her wasn't physical; it was mental and emotional. It radiated from where I stood and all I wanted to do was wrap her up in my arms. Soothe her mind and take away this pain for good. Instead, I just watched her, afraid if I spoke or made even the slightest movement she might collapse and not wake again.She was mumbling words, words I couldn't hear and her eyes seemed to be fixed on something yet unfocussed.I hadn't seen such raw pain from anyone before and I could feel the heat of it coming off of her, seari

Darcy“What do you want?” if Cory was surprised at my response she didn’t show it, instead she focused on the child she was carrying.I looked at her and back at the boy in her arms trying to keep my face straight.Looking at him now I could see traces of my mother in him, he was mine, he was supposed to be in my arms not hers, and yet here we were, with him in her hands, and my heart was hammering hard as though someone had punched it right out of my chest, and I hated that.“Not the warm welcome I was expecting but we stopped to say hi” Her eyes beamed with the kind of mischief that made you want to hit someone just for looking at them.“Go ahead, touch him, I know you want to” She insisted as she pushed the child in front of me, his eyes went wide when he saw my expression and he squirmed a bit like a rabbit ready to bolt.His movements reminded me so much of myself that it hurt. Regardless, I held onto the child and my heart felt warm from our mere contact, I tried to keep my face