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A Barrel of Sad News

Author: Dawn Spark
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-16 00:51:36

Damon's POV

Please, let her live.

I prayed as hard as I could as I drove to the hospital, daring the consequences as I pushed beyond the speed limit.

I hoped I wasn't too late.

I didn't want her to leave without saying goodbye, without telling her how much I loved her, and without telling her how I wished things could have been different between and for us.

I scolded myself for being negative and told myself that she would be fine.

She had to be.

I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life
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    Damon’s POV “Where is Nora?” I asked the first person I saw as I walked into the house, barely closing the car door before rushing in.The eyes of the gardener filled with fear, assuming that I intended to bark at her as I had been doing lately. How fast news traveled in the house that those who didn't work inside knew about what was going on.Jane walked past at that moment and I ran toward her, leaving the old gardener who seemed to have his tongue tied.“Where is Nora?”I got the same reaction from her. Her eyes widened with fear and I sighed, hating the monster they were making me out to be.I guessed I deserved that.I hoped she would get her wit on time and tell me where Nora was. I didn't want to tell her that I remembered Nora and didn't mean her any harm.If anyone had to know that I got my memories back, it should be Nora first.“Jane?” I urged, impatience dripping from my voice.“She is not at home.”My heart crashed, believing the worst had happened. Nora had gotten fed u

  • The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife   The Flood of Memories

    Damon’s POV My head was a mess.I groaned as I stepped out of the car, heading toward the reception.“Good afternoon, sir.” The blond receptionist smiled at me.“I need a suite.” I said, wiping out my card.She must have realized that I didn't have time to be friendly as the smile wiped off from her face and she got professional.I slumped into the bed, thinking of all I had heard and seen, and started sorting through the storm in my head.A lot had clearly happened which I struggled to grasp.Hart had betrayed me.I had been involved in many scandals.My business had gone down.The investors had been on the verge of leaving.I had been married.I had been divorced.I had gotten myself a mistress while married to a woman I supposedly didn't love.Why was it that a lot had happened to me but I couldn't remember?And why was it that I found it hard to believe what my family and everyone said even though they had shown me pictures and documents to back their claims?I knew the answer to

  • The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife   The End of Sasha

    Nora's POV “You are a good artist.” He noted dryly.My heart went crashing back to the ground. “I didn't draw these.”“How not surprising.” He mocked. “You don't look like one who has talents.”I winced. “You drew this.”He snorted, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I don't draw. Not anymore.”“You now do.” I pointed out.He scoffed. “You don't know anything about me. You are just my mum's pawn.”I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm the one you love.” I screeched.“Love?” His lips twisted as if he could taste the word and it was bitter on his tongue. “Don't be ridiculous. I don't love you. I don't even intend to love anyone.”The sound of a cup smashing to pieces snapped me back to reality. His words had hurt me so much that I had gone still, my limbs frozen with pain.Damon’s eyes filled with anger as he stared at the broken cup and back to Jane who looked as pale as a ghost.“What is wrong with you?” He snarled at her.Jane jumped with fright.“Don't snap at her.” I said, jumping up and

  • The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife   The Lost Memories

    Nora's POV “What?” Cara gasped. “You don't know who she is?”“Would I have asked you if I knew who she was?” He groaned.I sighed, grateful that he had kept his sarcasm even if his memories had jilted him.No, not his memories. His memories of me alone. That felt like hell and I wondered how it was that I was still standing upright with how dead my heart was.Cara glanced at me, biting her lips and I winced, knowing she was confused on how to introduce me to Damon.I decided to help her out. “I'm someone you know.”His frown got deeper. “I don't think so. I have a good brain and will remember it if I know you.”Cara ran outside. She was in few minutes later with the doctor. He congratulated him on waking up and did a few checks on him.“Can we talk outside?” He gestured at me and Cara.We nodded and went with him. “It appears he has amnesia.” He informed us.“Can he get better?” Cara asked.He shrugged. “Depends on him. Since he lost only a part of his memories and not all, I assume

  • The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife   The Man With Mental Echoes of Trauma

    Nora's POV Three Weeks LaterI sighed as I sat by his bed, his hand caressed by mine, and prayed for him.The nurse’s eyes melted with pity as she glanced at me while checking his vitals. She nodded to herself and walked away. A heavy sigh escaped my throat at the reality of yet another monotonous day. That was it. They checked his vitals while I sat still with hope turning my insides out. They would nod and assure me that he was healing perfectly fine.Why hadn't he woken up then? I glanced at him again, letting the tears flow from my eyes. I had a lot to tell him. I had a lot to hear from him.With each passing day, I ached for him. I wanted to hear his voice again. I wanted him to smile at me again. I wanted to feel his arms around me.“Wake up, Damon.” I breathed, bringing his hand up for a gentle kiss.“Nora,” Cara sighed as she walked into the room. I jumped up so she could sit beside Damon but she waved me off not to bother, averting her eyes.I let out a sigh as I settled

  • The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife   The Unraveling Disaster

    Nora's POV I would have asked more questions if Damon hadn't gotten wheeled out of the operation room at that time. I flew to my feet, running toward the bed.“Damon,” I cried, tears running down my cheek as I ran with the nurses as they took Damon to his room.The salty taste of the tears was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my heart. Who wanted Damon dead that they would tamper with his car?That had to have happened while he parked the car at the company as he wouldn't have made it to the office if the car had been tampered with at home.Was that what Hart had to do with the case?“He is unconscious at the moment, ma'am, but we will let you in once he is stable.” The doctor said, stopping me from going in with Damon.“Will he wake up?”His eyes softened, probably seeing how on edge I was and how I was barely holding on. “Of course, he will. When he will wake up though depends on him. Let's just hope for the best.”I knew a dismissal when I got one and moved to drill the c

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