บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Of The Scarred Billionairess : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

DarcyRhys and I finally left after I gave him a blowjob. I wouldn't lie, I had grown addicted and it was scaring me. I know I needed to stop yet I didn't know how to. I was lost in my desires. Caught between passion and reality.“Are you okay?” I cringed at how my voice sounded, it was laced with concern and I didn't know if I meant it or not. As I stood in that park with Rhys, it was like looking at an open book that was not open. He had so much going on. He held a sort of rawness that made me want to hold him and never let him go.Right now, I could see that something was off with him. It was obvious in his energy and I didn't know what to make about it. It felt like the first time he had locked himself up over again only that this time he was standing in front of me. It had to be grief. I knew it to do things that it is not supposed to do to you. To rob you of your sanity and your sleep. To remind you that you've failed.“Yeah, why?” I couldn't help but notice that his voice see

Vincent“Kill him,” I said into my phone.That bastard had refused to tell us where the will was , or who the next heir was. We didn’t have a clue whether there was any will at all. At least that was what my men said.I didn't see any need for him to be alive , either. It wasn’t like we were going to miss him in the end anyway, right? He was a foolish man. He could have easily decided to take the money I offered him instead of holding on to his integrity , but no. He just had to go and get himself killed. What kind of idiot does that? “Take care of it now,” I told my lead man “we don’t have time for this shit.” And I hung up before moving to Cory’s room.When Cory opened the door and saw me holding flowers, she gave me a skeptical look that was almost as good as one of the many ones I had given her in the past and given myself on my way over here. Almost.“Why are you standing outside my door and why do you have the bouquet of daisies with you?” Cory asked suspiciously. After I messed

Darcy We stayed far away from them and they did the same. I and Rhys against Vincent and Cora.You could be wondering why but it was as if each party was greatly repulsed by the other. The only thing they both wanted was to get on with their lives. And even so there was an invisible barrier that separated us from each other. That barrier would eventually break one way or another. Vincent and Rhys were always on opposing sides of a battle. The woman whom I later found out as Mrs Stark came over to the hallway of the hospital and she looked tired.She had eye bags so dark that they matched her hair color. She didn’t look too good at all. There were dark circles under her eyes and you could see wrinkles forming around her mouth. But then, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would show signs of weariness. She was very elegant despite having such a tired face.She smiled kindly at Rhys and I, and she also did the same to Cory and Vincent.“Any update on who could have done that

Darcy “Are you going to say something else?” Rhys was staring right into my soul.“Like what?” I croaked even though I knew what he had been referring to.He looked at me as if he was trying to figure out something. Something... stupid?No…My brain started spinning faster than the spin cycle of a light bulb, and I didn't know how long that could last. I had never been the best at lying to him, even when I'd tried to be clever about it, which, in retrospect, seemed very foolish and naive in retrospect.“Why did you leave and return acting weirdly?” He asked me again. His voice was like steel but there was an undertone of worry underneath.“I don't remember” I lied, looking straight into his eyes without blinking. I didn’t dare look at him. He’ll look through me like he was using a magnifying glass, seeing everything I am, thinking I'm being stupid or insane for even thinking this. And then he'll push me away, might push me away.“You don't remember?” He repeated after me with his usu

DarcyHe stopped and turned to me.I could see doubt and disbelief in his eyes, but I was used to it. He would look at me like that a lot, but now he didn’t have the same intensity. He had always looked at me with such confidence, almost as though he were the one who knew everything all along.“What did you say?” Even his steps toward me were guided by uncertainty. “I don’t understand.” His hands balled into fists, but they only gripped each other once, and then loosened again before he continued walking towards me. The movement reminded me of when we first met, but not for any reason I would ever want to admit. “What did you just say?” He repeated, this time much more assertively. A slight shake of his head that screamed “No, that can’t be right. There has to be something else, I know there is... But what...?” but he didn't say it.My chest tightened. “It was Vincent’s fault,” I said in an attempt to defuse the situation. The words felt strange on my lips. “I overheard him when I w