All Chapters of The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sasha’s POV “Home.” I breathed.Yes, that was right.Home indeed.I smiled as I walked into the house, laughing with joy at being back. I moved closer to Betsy and pulled her into a hug. “Welcome back.” I said to her.Just as expected, her eyes misted with tears and she awkwardly wrapped her hands around me, returning the embrace. I tried not to be pissed and allowed the embrace for few seconds before pulling away.“Don't cry, dear.” I sighed, glancing at her unshed tears.Dear. I knew exactly what that verbal missile was meant to do when I said it. She crumbled at the sound of the endearment and wept loudly, folding her hands around her body as she comforted herself.“Thank you, Madam Sasha.” She said through her tears. “I didn't think that I was going to work here again. Thank you for bringing me back.”“If I didn't, who else would I work with?” I smiled.Who else would be useful in my plans?She smiled, believing herself so precious to me. Just as I wanted her to be fooled.“How

Nora's POV I stared hard at the building, my heart beating fast as I moved forward. I hoped I wasn't walking into a trap. I hoped I wasn't going to regret it.I swallowed the ball of nerves tumbling in my throat and decided to take the risk. There wasn't much I could do anyway while lounging around or else the cops would find me.I needed to leave as far as I could, and that was impossible without a passport.The bridge between my freedom and jail was that building. And my hope was in the gossip I heard eavesdropped from two thugs I had been in the bus with.“Who are you?” A nasty-looking man with ugly scars crisscrossed over his face asked as I stepped into the building, looking like a lost soul.He had appeared from nowhere, startling me. I almost fell on my behind if I hadn't worked on my balance. He had a huge scar slanted across his cheek from his nose to below his chin. Several scars adorned his face, placed strategically around his eyes, lips and forehead. He also sported a br

It couldn't be.She shouldn't be alive.Not that I didn't want her alive. After all, she had never been reported dead but since she hadn't been found all these days, it had been assumed that she had been kidnapped and murdered.Wasn't that why her family had abandoned me? To save themselves the pain of watching and raising the one who let their daughter die.I had had nightmares of her ghost and tormented myself with thoughts of her dead and looking for revenge that it was hard for me to believe that I was truly gazing at her.I rubbed my hands on my eyes but there she was, solid and real, confirming to my brain that I hadn't gone crazy.At least, not yet.She had grown and looked different from the little girl I lost but I would recognize her anywhere even if it was fifty years that passed between us.There she was, talking with someone and laughing. I had a weird sensation run over my skin. She had the same laugh, with her eyes crinkling in the same way that they used to.That wasn'

Nora's POV “Oh!”Brad gasped, pointing at me as I turned the corner and headed out of the house of the family I had lost.“Do you know me?” I sighed.He seemed headed to their house and I forced a smile for him. Good for Nancy. Maybe he was going to ask her mother to date her as she had teased after all. I was glad that love would finally work for her even if I had lost her, family, love and everything that I used to know.“I saw you staring at Nancy in the grocery store.”I didn't know that he had seen me or noticed me.I shrugged. “She looked like someone I knew.” I didn't think that she would appreciate being referred to as my family.“And you followed her home because of that?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Are you a stalker?”I approved him more. I shook my head, smiling wider at him. “I'm not a stalker. I hope you believe me. I thought she looked like a sister I got estranged with.”There. It felt good to say my connection with them out loud to someone else.He frowned. “N

Nora's POV “What!” I gasped as I stepped into the restaurant, making my way back from the kitchen.This couldn't be happening.“What is the problem?” Janet asked as I rushed into the changing room, looking like I had seen a ghost.I was sure that my skin was flushed and with the way I was gasping as if I had run a marathon instead of a few paces from the restaurant to the changing room, it wasn't a problem for anyone to guess that there was a problem with me.“Nothing.” I said, shaking my head.How did he find me here? I groaned, twiddling my fingers.She snorted. “You don't look like it's nothing.”“Leave it, Janet.” Her face fell and she sighed at my attitude. For the past three weeks that I had been working there, I had never had an issue and had been nothing but polite and sweet to her. I knew she was hurt by the way I snapped at her.I blushed. “I'm sorry, Janet.”“It's okay.” She shrugged.She didn't look like she meant it. I was about to try again when the door burst open and