All Chapters of Mr Billionaire! Let’s do Revenge! : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Maybelline. 12:30am.“Hmmm!” I groaned restlessly as I stirred in my bed and turned to face the other way. A line of tears streamed down my face and I wiped it off as soon as it came. I had been tossing and turning in bed for hours now. Grayson’s words kept taunting me, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get his words out of my head. The more I thought about it, the more it felt like they were driving nails into my heart. I really just wanted to sleep and forget about everything he said but I couldn’t. My miserable life?! Maybe my life really is miserable but if it wasn’t, I won’t be here in his house, acting as his wife. I sniffled deeply as I raised the duvet up and used the edge to wipe my tears, my bed was already soaked in tears but I really did not care about it. *”You were just some random desperate lady I picked at my wedding and sheltered!”* I was always curious to know how he truly felt about me, and now hearing him say what he saw me as, shattered my heart completel

Meanwhile,GRAYSON“What’s up with the viewership ratings,” I asked Katrina, she was seated in the table right across the table from me, with Cole beside her and Becky on a sofa a few meters away from us. “The ratings are back on track. Revenue has doubled too since the Maybelline’s pictures and videos dropped.” Becky began “Apparently, people like her and they’re really anticipating the show. Hopefully the show does it for the viewers,” “This should be a hit,” Cole added, finally looking up from his Tablet and I nodded thoughtfully. I slowly turned to look at Katrina, but she was staring at me with narrowed brows.“Yeah, so that’s it. Hopefully the web series is a huge hit too,” Becky added.“By the way, the media team should also start working on publicity for the new web series. My team is rounding up the contract agreement with the actors already,” Cole said.“Katrina will do that,” I replied and he nodded slowly. After that, he and Becky got up to their feet and they walked ou

Maybelline. Late at Night. 12:00am I tapped my fingers against the couch, glancing at the clock again. 12:14 a.m. This was officially the latest he’d ever been out since we began living together. After three days of silent treatment, I hadn’t expected to care this much about him not being home. But as the hours crept by, worry crept in too, making it impossible to sleep.Finally, I heard footsteps stumbling up the stairs, and relief washed over me as I sprang to my feet. The door creaked open, and there he was, barely standing, with a lazy, lopsided grin on his face. I tried to keep my expression steady.“Oh, May,” he slurred, dragging my name out like it was the most precious word he’d ever spoken. “Maybelline… I knew you’d still be awake for me.” My arms crossed automatically. “Where the hell have you been?!” I snapped, irritation evident in my voice. He could barely hold his liquor , yet he went ahead and drank himself to stupor.“You look beautiful, even when you’re angry.” He

Maybelline.9:30am.“Here, have something to drink,” Grayson said as he placed a glass of orange juice on the dining table. I looked up from my laptop and stretched out, earning soft pop sounds from my joints. Grayson had been up and about since I got home. He insisted that he wanted to make an apology dinner for me and I let him. I watched him in amusement as he cooked using every single recipe he could find. By the time he was done, he was sweating profusely. He tried though At Least the food was edible and I didn’t throw up.He brought down his laptop also, took his seat beside me and we both worked quietly.“How are you feeling?! It’s your first big gig after all,” he said, I slowly turned to him and muffled an awkward laugh.“I don’t usually get nervous a lot, but I’m nervous. Everyone is trusting so much in me, I hope the show gets a lot of visibility and I don’t disappoint them,” I muttered, he nodded thoughtfully at my words.“I know you’ll put your heart into it,” he replied.

Maybelline.Next Day. Saturday. I walked down the stairs to see Grayson by the coffee maker, he had his hand in his pocket and a cup in his other hand and against his lips. I swallowed hard as I watched his Adam Apple move to and fro as he gulped down the liquid. He suddenly lowered the cup from his lips and turned to me. Immediately our eyes jammed, I choked on my own spit and released an awkward cough. “Good morning,” he greeted as he dropped his cup on the counter and walked up to me. I blinked rapidly and nodded slowly in reply with a small bow.“Morning,” I replied. He dipped his hands inside his pocket, took out something and stretched it out to me. My gaze dropped down to his hands and looked back up at him. “Wh-what is this?!” I asked in a small stutter. “You’re blown now, you won’t find it funny if you still decide to take the bus after this,” he said to me, I waved my hands frantically at him and shook my head a little bit too hard, negatively. “No— no, I can’t possibl