บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Wrong Revenge: Darling, Please Come Back : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."I am so drained." I confided in my best friend, Sarah Hopkins. "I just can't handle all this nonsense anymore, Sarah.""What's up, Liv?" She replied, "Your stupid Dad dumped more work on you again? Or did your Mom want you to meet her socialite friends to show off her perfect daughter?"I fidgeted with my phone, balancing it between my ear and shoulder as I worked on the day's never-ending report. "Neither, though I think those might have been better. It's my and Jack's six-month anniversary today and they are throwing a huge useless party!""Oh yeah, I got the invite a month ago." She sighed. I could hear her typing away on her computer as well. "But I thought you said you wanted to keep it low-key?""I would have loved that." I slumped in my chair, taking a break from all the typing. "Jack has been making all these really sweet tiny gestures for the past five months. But the past month, he has been insanely busy and closed off so I figur

_______________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~....FIVE YEARS LATER...."Kelsey Jennifer Smith, you really need to get up now or you will be late!" I walked into my baby's room, a spatula in hand to find that my baby girl who had to leave for kindergarten in half an hour was still in bed and with the blanket over her head."I don't want to go to school!" She whined from under her space-themed blanket.I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on where I saw the bump of her head. "And why is that, monkey?" I asked her, lighting tapping on what I assumed to be her forehead.Kelsey threw the blanket off her face and pouted. "I will go to school if you give me something that I am going to ask you!"Oh boy. This was never fun.My baby girl, no matter how much I hated to admit it, was a product where the sperm won the gene battle. My genes didn't even try. Except for hair color and face shape.So she was stubborn as an ox, like her biological father.And she always got what she w

_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."Mommy, Mommy!" My angel ran towards me. "I told all my friends you will get me a Daddy for Christmas!"I mentally face-palmed.Why did I think that was a good idea?I smiled at her nevertheless. "Did you, now?""Yes!" She fell into my arms and I picked her up."Maybe you should have kept it a secret. As a surprise."What was the use of telling her that now?My darling thought for a moment. "Oh, I should have!"I patted her head as I walked to the car. "That's okay. No need to fret over it now.""Okay. Mommy, will you get me ice cream today?" She asked as I buckled her into her car seat."Hmm..." I pretended to think about it. This was my chance. "Do you want ice cream now or Daddy in two weeks? You can only choose one."I waited for Kelsey to choose the former. Come on, it was such an easy choice. Who would choose Daddy over ice cream?"Daddy!" She threw her hands up in the air.Apparently, my daughter would choose Daddy over ice cream.S

_________________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."What Christmas present?" Jackson asked.Before I could handle the situation, Kelsey spoke up. "Mommy is getting me a Daddy for Christmas." She held up two fingers. "In two weeks."I kept staring at my daughter even when I felt Jackson's eyes boring into my skull."Hello, Mr. Stranger." Kelsey diverted his attention and I finally felt his laser gaze leave me. Why did it feel like we were back in the past and he had some crazy power over me again?This was not good. I needed to get my shit together.For the past five years, I was positive that I would not see or hear from Jackson ever again. Never did I harbor any hopes of him showing up at my door. I was desperate to move on, desperate to give my daughter only the best because she deserved nothing but the best.And I was convinced that I had indeed moved on.And I still do believe that.Except, I feel like he is still capable of manipulating me. Still capable of making me feel that I d

_______________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ .I slammed the door in Jackson’s smug face as I felt anger like no other boiling inside me. How dare he charm my daughter and manipulate her into striking another meeting with her? And how dare I be so weak to let that happen? “Mommy…” Came my precious little troublemaker’s very familiar tone. “No, monkey, he is not going to be your Daddy.” I turned to her. “But he is so nice!” She clapped. “And handsome and strong! I bet all my friends will be super jealous if he becomes my Daddy.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Is it really a Daddy you want or a show pony?” I asked. “Huh?” I took in a deep breath. I had to calm down. I could not make the mistake of taking out my anger for him and myself on my most precious baby. I sat down on my haunches in front of her. “You know what Daddy means?” “What Granna is to you?” “Yeah, good girl. Daddy is part of your family. Daddy is someone who you love and respect and look up to despite their s