Falling For My Billionaire Captor

Chapter one Mona "Please you have to help me." I cried. "And why would I do that?" The older woman sneered. "If you don't help me, my mother will die," I dropped down to my knees, hanging my head while tears poured down my eyes, "All I need is a loan. I swear to repay." "And how do you plan to do that," Mrs. Elliot rolled her eyes, "You don't even have the means to make any money or any property of value." I didn't care what I'd have to do; selling my eggs, my blood, my organs, my dignity. I'd find a way to make back and repay that money. But right now, I was desperate and my mother was running out of time. "I'll get you back your money," I sobbed, "Just help me. I need ten thousand dollars. You know my mother has served your family faithfully for many years." I'd grown up in the Elliot household where my mother had been a nanny and maid. She'd strived and broken her back out of loyalty to the Elliot family, until she had fallen sick. As soon as she hadn't been able to do her

Mona"I'm here for the party," I told the bouncers at the door nervously, hoping they wouldn't see through the rented dress and shoes and realise I was a fraud. "No invitation, no entry," one of them said derisively. I pulled out the black card and held it out to the man. He collected it carefully and flipped it over, accessing it closely. After a moment where my heart pounded like drums in my chest, he nodded and stepped aside. "Welcome to Rose Vine hotel." He saluted.I stepped into the tastefully decorated foyer, trying not to slip on my four inch heels and fall on my face. My jaw dropped open as I took in the chandeliers, and expensive decor. It looked like something from those shows mama and I used to watch on the television, while envisioning ourselves having that sort of money. I snapped my jaw closed when I noticed someone staring at me curiously. I couldn't afford to look like I was an imposter here. My legs carried me deeper into the building to where men and women floa

Mona’s POV "We're leaving," Ian said to me. I was still processing the words when he bent, picked me up like I weighed less than a feather, and began to walk back to his car. The camera flashes resumed with a vengeance, and through my haze, I spotted several of the reporters staring after us in shock. "Let me go." I tried to wiggle away, but he held on tight. "Not a chance, Miss Carter." He said in a hard voice, "You started this, and you're going to finish it." A dark promise rang in his voice and I shivered in terror, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was in deep trouble, I could just feel it. Ian didn't strike me as the sort of man who just forgave and let things slide. The question wasn't if he was going to have his revenge for the assault, the question was what he was going to do to me. He dropped me into the passenger seat of the car and buckled me in before going around to the driver's seat and sliding in. Before the paparazzi could get over their shock, th

The mansion was eerily quiet when Mona finally made her way back to the guest room that Ian had assigned to her. The luxurious space felt suffocating, its opulence a reminder of the world she was now tangled in—a world she neither understood nor wanted any part of. The weight of Ian’s words still echoed in her mind, the venom in his voice lingering like an unshakable shadow.She locked the door behind her, feeling a small sense of control in the simple act. The room was cold, but she didn’t care. She stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind her with a soft click, and stripped off her clothes, letting them fall to the marble floor. The cool air stung her skin, but she welcomed the chill, needing something to snap her out of the whirlwind of thoughts that kept spinning in her mind.As she wrapped the towel around herself, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wild, her hair disheveled, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She barely r

Ian's POVI watched as Mona stormed out of the dining room, her posture radiating fury. The door slammed with enough force to rattle the expensive china. A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. She was furious, that much was clear, but there was something deeper in her eyes—an unmistakable determination. This wasn’t going to be easy, and I reveled in that fact. It was all part of the game I played with her.Resistance was expected, especially from Mona. I thrived on it; she was a challenging puzzle I intended to solve. I wasn’t about to let her slip away, especially when I had plans that included her."Ah, Mona," I muttered to myself, watching her retreating figure. "You make this far more interesting."I turned away from the table, placing my coffee cup down with purpose. I could almost taste the satisfaction waiting for me when she finally came around. But I wasn’t in a rush; I had all the time in the world.Just then, my phone buzzed on the counter, interrupting my thoughts. I gl