All Chapters of The Billionaire's Wrong Revenge: Darling, Please Come Back : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

_____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○ .“Monkey has started asking about Olivia. I don't know what to tell her anymore. I told Daniel about it and he said that he will manage the situation there. But how long are we going to distract Monkey from what's going on? And even if we managed to deal with Monkey, how the hell are we going to keep all of this under wraps from Cassandra?” I guessed this was the longest words I had ever spoken to Sarah in a stretch. She used to be pretty cordial with me when Olivia and I first got married. She did crack a few jokes about me stealing her best friend from time to time but she was convinced that I was a good guy and I would take great care of her friend. But ever since the truth had come out, she had been nothing but cold. And she had every right to be. But the developments that I was seeing between her and William, I hoped that we would be able to put aside our differences as well. "It won't be long," Sarah replied. "We are going to find her

_______...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○.William had always been my friend. In fact, he had always been more of a brother than he had ever been a friend. So when I set out to avenge the pain and suffering that my mother had gone through, of course he was ready to back me up. But he had told me one thing then, even before he met Olivia, that I was setting out to create another Lilith and maybe I should give it another thought. I didn't.And that was exactly why I was waiting for the authorities to do the DNA test on the unrecognisable body of my wife and the mother of my child. It was over. Everything was over. How the hell was I supposed to do this? How the hell was I supposed to take her lifeless body to our daughter? Her mother? I felt like I did not even deserve to shed the tears that wouldn't stop. I was trying my best to not dishonor her more than I already had by shedding these tears. Why was I doing it?It was not like she could see it.It was not like I could manipula

_____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○.I have known the grief and rage of losing a loved one. I had lost my mother a hundred times before she actually passed away. I have known the hatred, the vengeance, I have known it all. So I was not surprised to see how my five-year-old looked at me now. I had seen the way her big doe eyes had widened and watered the moment I walked in and Cassandra broke out in hysteria, yelling and hitting at me for what I had done to her daughter.I had seen the pure horror on my precious child's face as the words rung in her ears - her Mommy was dead. And it was ALL because of her Daddy. A closed coffin, and endless consolation that did nothing to alleviate the pain later, Sarah - out of all the people I had expected to - had stepped in and confronted Cassandra on her adamance to not let me come near my daughter. “Don't do this, Cassie.” Sarah's voice was soft but firm. “Kelse needs her Dad.”“Kelse needs her Mom.” Cassandra snapped back. “Not th

_____... ○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○.“What are you doing here?” William asked as he joined me at my apartment. “And what’s with all these boxes of liquor? I thought you stopped.” I smiled as I looked up at him from where I sat on the carpet. “I did. These are all for you.” He raised a brow. “You have chosen the healthier lifestyle, so now you want me to die faster?” I let out a laugh. “That wouldn’t be too bad, actually.” William rolled his eyes as he dropped one of the couch pillows beside and plopped down on it. He fished out a bottle of brandy. I raised a brow - I always knew that he had his eyes on it. “Carefully, buddy, I am pretty much the only friend you have.” He smirked and then added, “Unless you add Elena. She is more than happy to come comfort you. Especially now that she is getting a divorce from that cuckhold of a husband.”I gave him a look. “That guy worshipped the ground she walked on. I don’t think she would ever get anyone better than him ever.” W

_____... ○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○.“You don’t understand,” I said. “Please, I need to see my daughter. Just once. I just want to see my daughter.” I was worried sick. She was not used to ever being without me. “We completely understand what you are saying, Ma’am, but you really need to understand that you are very hurt, and no one is allowed in here, and those of us who are using state of the art sterile equipment so that you don’t get any infection. And also, your child is very young, right? Seeing you like this would be traumatizing for her.” The nurse was middle-aged, and she was so sweet. Her name was Petra.“But I feel fine,” I argued. “You are not fine, though.” She said sympathetically. I sighed. I had plasters all over me. They said I was burned to almost the point of no recovery, but the advanced medical procedures were bringing back some sort of normalcy. And I was attached to a titered machine pumping painkillers and immunosuppressants into me, almost num