All Chapters of The Billionaire's Wrong Revenge: Darling, Please Come Back : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

_____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○."Your dad, I asked. "That doesn't even make sense. Why would your dad help Thomas?""I don't know what happened, and I don't know how he found out. I just know that Dad knows about your revenge plan, and he is helping Thomas so that he can have Lilith Corp."Daniel is helping Thomas get Lilith Corp."And how long have you known this?" I asked.I didn't care that I sounded accusatory. It was clear that Olivia had known about this for a while now, but she had kept it from me. I did not know what prompted her to tell me the truth now, but I believed it had something to do with the disappearance of Sarah and Harry during the reception."I found out last week." She said. "I wanted to give Mom a heads-up about Thomas coming to the wedding, but I ended up overhearing her arguing with Dad about Thomas.""So she is in on it as well? She is helping Thomas, the man who betrayed her trust?" I asked. "That doesn't make sense at all, Olivia."She looked at

____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○."Why is your Dad not against us going on our honeymoon then?" I asked as we settled into our flight seats. "I mean, shouldn't he be worried that I would get you pregnant?" Olivia looked over at me with wide eyes and a glare. "Of course he knows that would never happen!" She hissed. "I am his daughter. I would never sleep with you after what happened.""So he knows that you are doing this for Kelsey?" I asked. I was not being sarcastic nor could I ever be judgemental when it came to her. I was just genuinely curious to know what exactly was Daniel's take on all this. “Yes, we had a yelling match. I hoped to get him to change his mind. Get him to see sense. But his decision is set in stone.” She sighed. “He thinks I am the unreasonable softie for wanting to protect Lily's legacy.” "Well, you can't exactly blame him. I thought the same for a moment too." I told Olivia. She gave me a side-eye and then decided to just ignore me for the re

_____ . . . ○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○ . I felt like a teenager who was doing something that I was not supposed to do behind my parents. Which did not make any sense since I was thirty-years-old and I was here with my so called husband. And technically, it was my Dad who started this by not listening to reason and going on a revenge rampage which made no sense. To hurt Jackson, he was allying with a man who had hurt the love of his life. Which was horrendous. If Mom found out, she would be devastated. My father did not care about me as much as she cared about my mother. I felt like it was more of an ego bruise than some real hurt regarding me that was making him do it. After all, all of this shit had happened right under his nose for all these years and he had not even caught a whiff of it. That must have hurt his feelings. California was a cool and cheerful as compared to the serenity of the Chateux. I mean, I would have enjoyed the stay there if it was not for

______...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○."So what is the story behind the hair?" I asked as I placed the plates of muffins in front of us. Jackson slid into the seat next to me with the tray of coffees. And he gave a look. The man did not seem as interested in Agatha as I was. I knew where he was coming from. I was talking to a potential criminal like she was a friend from high school. But she was so old and looked so sweet and had the prettiest hair. I aspired to have her kind of confidence. Here I was, in my thirties and never even plucking up my courage to get my hair dyed in any other color which strayed two shades away from my original brunette waves, and then there was this ancient woman, at least in her seventies - if not in her eighties - with the most punky looking hair out there. Agatha shrugged. "I never got to live my life like I wanted when I was younger. So now I do what I want, because how the hell am I supposed to look my mother in the eye when I get there?

____...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○.Every single cell in my body screamed in protest.I could hear a faint buzz of chaos around me, but no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes or move my hands, I just could not.I let out a groan and all the buzz stopped immediately."Dude, she is waking up." I heard a gruff voice over the deafening ringing in my ears. "Should we call the boss and let him know?" "I will do that. You stay here." I heard another man. I could hear a door opening and closing, and as I squinted my eyes open, a rugged guy, but still seeming to be no more than in his early twenties, walked over to me. I finally adjusted to the room. It was a well-furnished room, and I was on a canopy bed which looked like my childhood dream and my daughter's worst nightmare. "Who... Who are you?" It was an effort to speak. "And how did I get here?" "You have been kidnapped, duh." He shrugged as if he were talking about the weather. Was this man for real? "I can see that," I sai