บททั้งหมดของ The billionaire’s captive : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

As she walked home from one of her numerous jobs on that crisp autumn evening, the streetlights casting long shadows behind her, Sophia jerkins couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking on the pavement, but the sensation only intensified. Suddenly, a sleek black sedan swooped up beside her, and before she could react, the door swung open, and two burly men in suits dragged her inside. Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "o

Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she waited, frozen in terror. She could feel her pulse racing through her veins, and her breath came in short, ragged gasps. The silence was oppressive, and Sophia felt like she was going to suffocate under the weight of her own fear. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the closet door creaked open. Sophia's eyes snapped open, and she found herself face to face with Marcus Thompson. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at her, his expression unreadable. "Oh Sophia,you seem to be enjoying yourself, hopping into closets huh?," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you're enjoying the accommodations." Sophia's heart sank as she realized she had been caught. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Marcus chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't bother trying to escape, my house is fully guarded and in no time you would be caught. Sophia You're not going anywhere." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pul

As sophia sat in her room, lost in thought, she heard a knock at the door. She looked up to see Marcus standing in the doorway, a serious expression on his face. "Sophia, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, his voice firm but controlled. She nodded, feeling a sense of anxiety. What did Marcus want to talk to her about? Marcus walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He stood with his back against the door, his eyes fixed intently on her. "Sophia, I want to apologize for what happened last night," he said, his voice low and even. "I know I lost control, and I'm sorry." She looked at him warily, unsure of what to make of his apology. Was he genuinely sorry, or was he just trying to manipulate her? "It's okay, Marcus," she said finally, trying to sound calm. "I know you were just trying to protect me." Marcus's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "Protect you?" he repeated. "From what?" She hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something abou

Marcus's emotional state was fragile, and the hospital's sterile atmosphere only added to his distress. He continued to pace back and forth, his eyes fixed on the door to the ICU, willing Sophia to pull through.As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Please, Tara, don't leave me. I need you." The doctor's words echoed in his mind, "We're doing everything we can, Mr. Marcus, but Sophia's injuries are a bit severe." Marcus felt like he was losing his grip on reality.The hospital room was filled with the beeping of machines and the soft murmur of nurses' voices. Marcus's eyes locked onto the doctor, who was standing by the nurses' station, filling out a chart. "Doctor, please, you have to save her. I'll do anything," Marcus begged, his voice cracking with desperation.The doctor looked up, his expression sympathetic. "We're doing everything we can, Mr. Marcus. But you need to prepare yourself for the worst." Marcus felt like he had been punched in the gut. He couldn't lose Tara, no

Sophia stepped out of the spacious bedroom, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the expansive living room. The warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows highlighted the elegant furnishings and sparkling chandeliers, casting a sense of opulence over the space. As she wandered through the mansion, Sophia couldn't help but feel a growing sense of belonging. It had been a few days since she was freed to move around the estate, and with each passing hour, she was becoming more comfortable in her new surroundings. She ran her fingers over the polished marble countertop in the kitchen, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of exploring every nook and cranny of the mansion. The freedom to move about as she pleased was a welcome change from the confinement she had endured. Sophia's gaze drifted out the window, taking in the meticulously manicured gardens and the sparkling swimming pool. She felt a sudden urge to explore