All Chapters of The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damon’s POV “Damon,”“Uhn?” I blinked, staring at Hart.He sighed and shook his head. “You aren't listening to me.”“I am.”“Stop lying.”I winced. “I'm sorry. I wasn't.”“You should go home.”I agreed without an argument. I had been a mess ever since Nora left me, distracted at work and in agony at home.I stood up, picked my bag and headed toward the door.“Should I drive you home?” He offered. “I don't feel comfortable letting you go in that state.”“You think I'm going to get into an accident?”He snorted. “That is not funny, Damon.”I exhaled. “I will be fine.” I assured him and walked out.“Please, be fine.”I nodded and headed out. I sat behind the wheel, clutching it without moving an inch. I bent my head, holding back the tears. I hated how quick the tears sprang in my eyes anytime I was alone and decided that I didn't want to go home.I was going to end up crying again, suffering alone in the guest bedroom I had moved to. Unable to deal with constantly being assaulted with

Nora's POV I ignored the curious looks thrown my way and quickened my steps, scanning the area for a public restroom.I didn't need a mirror to know that I looked a mess. It wasn't anyone's fault for veering off my path as if I was crazy.With the bloodstains on my shirt, I had hoped that people would rush in to help me, wondering what I had gone through. It saddened me that empathy was lost and everyone was busy thinking of themselves.I saw a public restroom and breathed in relief, rushing toward it. Pain traveled through every of my joints as I overexerted myself in haste to get out of the open.I sagged with relief as I slid into an empty stall, dropping the weight of the bag on a toilet seat. I finally allowed myself the space to cry; letting out the fear, anxiety, stress and trauma of the previous days.“Are you okay?” A lady asked, tapping the door softly.I sniffled, wiping my hands on my face. “I'm fine.”“You don't sound fine to me.” She insisted.“It's been a long day.”“O

Damon’s POV I felt like shit. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my mouth closed and force down a yawn. I shouldn't have stayed up all night. I shouldn't have drawn all through the night, working myself up into a fit of rage as Nora kept filling up my head and transferring herself through ink onto all my canvas.I was cranky as hell and hoped that I didn't have any appointment for the day. I doubted that I would be a good sport if I did.I zoomed into the parking lot of my company and scowled at the crowd gathered there. Looking intently at them, I noticed the cameras, microphones and unnecessarily big bags, and realized that they were reporters.I had no clue why they would gather in my workplace. I had a big project coming up but that wasn't news yet. I wondered if it had leaked and sighed, hating how bothersome they could be at times.I decided to step out and do the interview they wanted so they could stop being nuisances. I hated anything that disrupted the flow of work, and no

Damon’s POV She laughed in my ears and I sighed, hating myself for not ignoring the call.I shouldn't have expected anything more from her.I removed the phone from my ears, preparing to end the call and blacklist her number again. I knew that wasn't going to help as she was going to find another way to get across to me. She seemed to know what I was about to do and shouted. With the way she shouted, she would have reached out with her hand and grabbed me if she was near me.“Wait, Damon.”“I thought you needed some privacy to enjoy your fun.” She snorted. “You think I find it fun that you are in trouble?”I rolled my eyes. “Cut me the pretense, Sasha. I know you will feel justified that I'm in trouble.”“I love you too much to take joy in your pain.”I sighed at her eagerness to use any opportunity to confess her feelings.“Is there a reason for this call or you want to rub your feelings in my face again?”“I want to help you with the scandal.” She blurted out.“Why should I belie

Nora's POV “What the…!” My hand stilled as I stared at the television, my heart beating fast against my chest.What was Damon saying?He had nothing to do with me? Criminal? How dare he call me that?My legs felt rubbery and I crashed to the bed, my need to leave forgotten. I dissolved into tears, watching nothing in particular with disinterest, as my man betrayed me to the whole world.My man?I guessed I was the one who had been deluded all along, thinking that I had a relationship with him. It felt like I had wasted my time with him, burnt my heart and hurt my pride.I remembered the way Sasha had held him…no, how they had held each other's hand and felt a pang of…I didn't think it was jealousy I felt at that time. I felt more than that. I swallowed my hurt and forced my legs to move. I stood up, and swayed slightly on my feet before crashing right back to the bed. I hunched up, folded my hands on my chest, and burst into tears.I wept for the past that I had lived, the present