All Chapters of The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nora's POV "Let go of me," I screamed, struggling to break free even though I was squeezed between two men. Who the hell are they?I doubted they were working for my toxic boyfriend. Where would he have gotten the money to pay them? He couldn't have told them to capture me. My heart thudded in my ribcage, threatening to leap out at the thought of going back home to meet Mark. I would rather kiss death on the lips than do that.I stared at the road and noticed the car was heading in the opposite direction of my apartment, and my eyes widened with fright."Where the hell are we going?" I yelled, struggling to break free again though my attempts yielded no results.My arms throbbed and sweats broke out on my forehead but I paid no mind to the pain except the nagging terror in my heart."Keep quiet, Sasha." One of the men hissed, spittle flying out of his mouth as he glared at me in irritation.Sasha? Who the hell was Sasha?"I'm not Sasha." I sighed and widened my eyes, hoping they wou

Nora's POV "Sasha?" His eyes widened and he breathed as if he couldn't believe that I was finally telling him the truth—the truth he wanted to hear."Yes?" I replied, cringing at the taste of dishonesty on my tongue.If a lie was going to save my life, I was ready to shun my hatred for lies.His eyes narrowed into slits and his skin reddened with rage as he stared at me. Fear rushed through my veins and I swallowed nervously, wondering what was going to happen to me. Why couldn't I have an easy life?"Why did you lie that you weren't Sasha?" He growled, his hand reaching forward.I winced, wondering if he was about to wrap the hand around my throat and squeeze my life out of me. I reared back but didn't need to as he retracted his hand at the last minute. I sucked in a breath, gasping in relief that I had escaped death one more time. Maybe I shouldn't be grateful yet."Aren't you going to give me a response?" He growled and I jumped in my skin at the force of his fury.I was doomed.

Nora's POV "You are not in any circumstance to let your hand touch me." He blurted out.I could work with that. I nodded in agreement. He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze trained down like a sniper's target. "Don't touch my hand. Don't try to hug me. Don't help me even if I'm falling off a staircase. Don't try to be an affectionate wife." He clarified."I won't." I promised."You are going to have your bedroom, and under no circumstance should you enter my bedroom." "I won't.""You are not to be curious about me. Don't ask what I'm up to. Don't try to figure me out. Don't poke your nose into my business. If I don't talk to you, don't talk to me.""I have enough worries to add you to the list."He ignored my sarcastic tone and continued talking. "Don't expect empathy from me for any reason. I don't want to know if your sister gets injured, your father is sick or your brother is getting married.""Not a problem for me. I'm the last person my family will call should that ever happen.

Nora's POV "I couldn't stay still and decided to come." His mum grinned as she walked toward us. "I miss my children." She spread her arms wide, silently asking us to move in for an embrace.I swallowed, forcing the thick lump of fear down my throat. I couldn't remember the last time I had been embraced warmly by someone and hoped I didn't act in an awkward manner.Damon and I both moved in for an embrace, and thankfully it was a quick one so I could breathe again."Did you go somewhere?" She asked, eyeing the shopping bag in my hand.I left the question for Damon to answer and he acted fast on my silence and answered the question, not letting my hesitation be caught by his mother. I didn't know what to say at that moment.He cleared his throat. "I went shopping with Sasha. She has outgrown some of her dresses." He admitted."Oh my!" His mum gasped, her hands flying over her mouth. Her eyes shone as she stared at me and suddenly she pulled me into her arms, almost making me lose my b

Nora's POV I let out a groan, staring at the material before me. If I had thought that the files I was given the other night was much, I was ready to lose my mind at the quantity before me now. Because of my lack of 'knowledge' the other night about Sasha's new acquaintances, Damon had made Hart find out about everyone Sasha had met few months prior her disappearance and everything she had done. I had a week to memorize the new faces, their names, their hobbies, their jobs and likely conversations Sasha might have had with them. Damon got invited to a charity ball and I had to play my part as a dutiful wife.Do not embarrass me, fake Sasha. Those had been his exact words when he called me on phone twenty minutes ago. The annoying brat. I hissed as I mentally cursed him.I sighed again, rubbing at my aching eyelids as they threatened to close on their own. I pinched my eyes open, stifling the yawn threatening to split my mouth wide apart as I reminded myself that I still had a lot to