All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Revenge Quest: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I sat there, tears streaming down my face, overwhelmed by the weight of my thoughts. I felt like a complete failure; I had failed as a mother. My daughter was crying and screaming, her little voice was filled with fear, and all I could do was urge her to run. I can still recall how she looked at me, with wide, terrified eyes, and my heart shattered knowing I couldn't shield her from the danger. The panic in her face haunted me, and I felt so powerless in that moment, trapped in my own despair.I am not a good mother because a good mother protects her daughter, a good mother makes her daughter happy and I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t even remember her birthday. More tears streamed down my face, and I curled my legs to my chest, clutching my arms tightly around my knees. Resting my head on my knees, I let the sobs escape, feeling utterly lost. It hurt so deeply that I couldn’t take care of my daughter. Ariana is all I have, and the weight of my fear paralyzes me, making me feel incapa

Another day at work couldn’t feel more exhausting, especially with Theo in the room with me. I keep my gaze fixed on my laptop, fingers tapping away as I type out a project prompt that Theo insisted I work on. The workload is overwhelming, but as his secretary, and given that the last person in my position managed similar tasks, I feel like I have no choice but to wade through the mountain of assignments he piles on me every day. Yet, a nagging question keeps creeping into my mind: why did Theo offer me this job back?I know for a fact he didn’t do it out of goodwill; he never acts without a hidden agenda. I'm almost certain there's a reason behind his decision, and if I'm not being paranoid, that reason probably won’t bode well for me. I’ve been toying with the idea of asking him about it, but I hesitate. I can already picture his response—something that could be so hurtful it might leave me wanting to cut off all communication with him.Trying to shake off those thoughts, I force my

Done with the drinks, I let Kelly drive me back to work while Jamil took my car to pick up some stuff from the warehouse downtown. I honestly can't remember the last time I let Kelly drive me anywhere. I've always labeled him as a rough driver, someone who never seems to get to his destination without either having an accident or being on the verge of one. With alcohol constantly in his system, I never would have agreed to let him drive me, but now that he seems to be doing better, I figured it was time to let him take the wheel. After all, he’s been making great strides.Seeing him calm and in love feels so refreshing, especially after everything he went through with his ex. However, I’m really worried about him, I don’t want him getting with the kind of girl that will break his heart. Kelly is a lover who loves hard so when he loves someone, he puts all his effort and energy into that person which is why when they break his heart, moving on gets a little too hard for him. As he dro

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the delicate skin under her eyes, and she flinched slightly, a soft whine escaping her lips, confirming my deepest fears. Behind her makeup lay a scar. My body instantly backed down as my heart began pounding in my chest. I looked at her in utter shock. I can’t believe that for so long, I didn’t notice the scar- she was hiding it under that makeup like she always did back in high school. Laura must have realized I noticed her scar because she quickly covered her eyes with her hand. "Theo, what the hell!" she uttered, turning away from me, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability.I didn’t realize my eyes were welled up with tears until I felt the warmth of a tear sliding down my cheek. The weight of the moment hit me hard; I couldn’t believe Laura was hurting. Memories rushed back, flooding my mind with images of her past struggles and the deep pain she had fought so hard to overcome the abuse of her father. "Laura," I sig

She didn't want to leave him, and that realization weighed heavily in the air between us.I pulled back, my eyes locked onto hers, searching for any sign of hope. "You don’t want to leave him, do you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Laura didn’t respond; instead, her eyes brimmed with tears, and I could see the turmoil churning within her. She was caught in a battle of emotions, and I felt the urgency of the moment pressing down on us. "You have to leave him, Laura," I urged, my heart racing.A single tear rolled down her cheek, a silent testament to her pain. Her eyes swelled further, and she struggled to speak, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to hold it together. After a long pause, she finally managed to say, "I’m sorry.""No." I interjected immediately "You have to leave him, Laura."She shook her head again, her voice trembling as she replied, "I can’t, Theo." Tears streamed down her face, each drop a reflection of her inner conflict."Yes, you can. You can lea