All Chapters of The Billionaire's Wrong Revenge: Darling, Please Come Back : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

_______...~ ~ ~ J A C K S O N ~ ~ ~.I knew that Olivia was behind this! I just knew it. But her words kept ringing in my ears - that she was not as disgusting as me to stoop to that level. I did not want to believe her. I could not show any weakness when she held all the cards. But a treacherous part of me insisted that she was right - Olivia Smith, kindness personified, could never do something like that. She could never be as 'disgusting' as me. My phone rang and I snatched it off the counter and took the call. "Does 'as soon as possible' mean this late to you?" I growled into the phone. It was the private detective I have been hiring for years now, on the call. He was the one who tracked Olivia down for and he was also the one who was supposed to find Thomas Abrams for me. "Mr. Reign, I am sorry-" I cut him off immediately. I did not have the patience for excuses, "You will be sorry if you do not tell me right now where he is!" "Mr. Reign, I need some more time." I

_____ . . . ~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . The way Jackson stayed frozen for long moments, I worried he had gone into shock. I was about to snap my fingers in front of his face when he suddenly blinked and stepped back as though I had burned him. "Why?" He asked. "What, why?" I countered, shrugging, even though I knew exactly what he was talking about. I looked over at William - the same astounded look on his face told me that Sarah had not let him in on his news. One glance at my friend, and it was evident that she was enjoying the dumbfounded looks on their faces. "You see, not everyone is greedy for wealth and power. Good people like Livy care about feelings and the importance of legacy." I rolled my eyes. I knew she would love to rub it in Jackson's face. And I did not plan to try to stop her from doing so because one, I wanted to see his face when he realized what that made him and two, it was not like I could stop my friend who was a whole force of nat

_______ . . . ~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . I walked out of Kelsey's room and into the living room to find Jackson in the same position he had been for the past two hours since dinner. "What on earth are you plotting now?" I did not mean any harm. I was just trying to get him out of whatever dark place he was. Not my job, but still doing it anyway because I was an idiot. "Why hasn't he contacted you again yet?" He asked. "Oh, I don't know. He probably must have contacted me already but I just didn't tell you because I am on his side, remember?" I rolled my eyes. I was trying to help him did not mean that I was going to be nice to him. Especially when he was never nice to me. I did not know why Jackson Reign hated me so much. Whatever animosity there was between us, he was the one who started it in the first place - I was just doing whatever I did as a reaction to his actions. I did not believe that I could be blamed for any of that. I guess in his mind I was the villai

______...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○ .“You said what?” William was grinning like the devil that he was. Only his stupid grin only lasted a moment since Kelsey appeared again with her plushie basket full of her Mommy's makeup. The same plushie basket that Olivia had spent the whole night last day restocking because of our daughter's messiness. “Honey, you better keep them back where Mommy keeps them and put your toys back in the basket, okay?” I pointed a finger at her. “I do not want another mess in this house.” I had never imagined having kids, so I never knew what my parenting style would be. Turns out, in the game of good cops and bad cops, I was the bad cop because Olivia could not get mad at our daughter to save her life.“Okay, Daddy, but only after I make you and Uncle Will pretty!” She was very excited. Meanwhile, the hotshot lawyer looked like he was about to faint. “Pretty?” He asked, pointing at himself. “Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “My princess is going to t

_____...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○.I always thought that my parents were not the best - they were in their own world. My Dad cared about his business more than his family and my Mom was more interested in what the social column said about her than what her own daughter thought about her. Whatever that be, at the end of the day, both of them always showed up. They were never the kind of abandon me or let me deal with everything on my own - Sure, they did not know how to show it or maybe chose not to show it but they did love me and they always, always made sure to be there for me when I needed them, when I was on my knees. Of course, my Mom and I were always much closer than my Dad and me, but I just knew that, if my Dad told me that he had a last stage brain tumor, I would cent percent break down. Jackson made no movement on the other side. I heard the slurping of the coffee he had ordered at some point. I sat there stumped not knowing what to say to his father while he did not