All Chapters of Ruin me, Mr Billonaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lavanda I run to the car park, my tears obscuring my vision. I can barely see where I parked my car. "Ma'am, are you alright?" the security guard asks. I snub his fake sympathy.I clean my tears properly and walk to my car. He approaches and I roll up my window, starting the engine before I break down.The result is an almost-bashed company gate and my salty tears.I drive, completely unaware of where I'm headed. I don't drink or go anywhere that isn't this company. Home is out of the question, but where would I go if not there?My fingers clench the steering wheel. I just want to be alone and cry.Each tear drop draws me down memory lane. Times when we were in love. When he took me out and made sure everything was perfect. When he cried if I didn't like what he bought. When he was gentle with his touch.I hit the steering wheel with my fist. That hospital. That night. Adrian. If I hadn't lost him on the balcony while working, maybe Desmond wouldn't have left.He didn't h

CHAPTER FOUR"Run like the day you killed Adrian." The words kept ringing in my mind like an echo.How dare he say that I killed our child? I clench the bedsheet. I had wanted a baby more than he wanted to be a father. I was pumped when I was pregnant. He would say anything to paint me as the villain so he could have his hands on Cyanne.How could he accuse a mother of killing her own child?"Ma'am. Dinner is served," I hear the bell ring.I ignore it, curling deeper into my bed. My hands on my stomach.A few hours later. I wake up to find my stomach grumbling loudly. I check the time. It's quite late and I'm sure everyone has retired to their beds.I could just sneak into the kitchen.I wonder why I feel this hungry. It almost feels like the room is spinning.I race down the stairs on my toes. I haven't seen any lights.I use the fridge light to grab the sour grapes. They're sour, but they taste delicious on my tongue.A plate is on the table covered in foil. We hardly have l

LavandaSunday, 4:30 PM | Beckett Mansion, Lavanda's RoomI woke up to find myself back at the house. I touch my head; it was wrapped with thick gauze.I breathe a sigh of relief that she hadn't left me for dead.I check the time. It was 4:30 PM, not exactly Desmond's time. I have to think of something to cover up before he comes back.The doorbell rings. I rush to answer it. Maybe whoever was at the door could help me.My eyes land on my husband on the porch, without the maids lined up.His eyes light up, but quickly turn soft. "This... who did this? What happened?"For a split second, I forget he isn't the man that had cheated on me severally and got my sister pregnant.He touches the bandage softly, and I wince in pain. "Tell me."I don't know what to tell him, or say, before Cyanne tells on me. I wonder where she went. "I got hurt coming back from the mall." I lie."Cyanne! Cyanne! Cyanne!" He yells, veins popping through his throat.She rushes out of the kitchen with an apron on.

LavandaMonday, 7:00 AM | Beckett Mansion`I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock splitting my head in agony.Weakly, I slam the alarm clock off. My eyes scan the room.The wardrobe is familiar, the cabinet still stacked with makeup.My perfume from last night lingers on the sheet. Slowly, I remember. Then I throw the sheets off me.Orchard. Desmond. Last night. Everything after that is a blur. My stomach twists as I clench the sheets.Fighting to drag fragments of our memory to the surface.Did we...?Did I?No. I shake my head deliberately. After everything he has done, it would be too easy, too pathetic to accept him back.Then how did I get here? My gaze darts around my room. It looks untouched, exactly as I had left it. Relief washes over me. We didn't do anything.But then why am I still in my underwear? The other side of the bed is smooth, unrumpled. No trace of anyone else.Frustration surges through me as I slam my fists into the sheets. The orchard is a blur. No matter how

Lavanda povMonday, 9:20 AM | Seattle HighwayThe car flies down the road at breakneck speed, horns blaring angrily behind us. I bite my lip, my eyes clamped shut as another surge of pain shoots through me."Lavanda, stay with me!" Red's desperate voice rings from the driver's seat.I fight to stay awake, but my body is giving in, the darkness pulling me under.The screech of tires - then a violent crash. My eyes snap open. Glass shatters everywhere, sparkling like deadly diamonds. Blood smears across the windshield.Red's head hangs against the steering wheel, blood pouring from his temple."Help! Help!" My voice is hoarse, breaking. "Someone, please!"Pain rattles through my skull and stomach, every breath jagged. My seatbelt is the only thing that keeps me from slamming into the dashboard.I try to move, but my body refuses, as if a boulder presses me down. Every nerve in my body screams when I shift even an inch.I hear sirens wailing faintly, people with white coats flooding my v