Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Damon’s POV “What did you do?” Hart yelled, bellowing and ranting as he stood beside my desk, his face and neck red with exertion.“What did I do?” I asked innocently, riling him up more.He snorted and pushed his phone to me, the screen fixed on a man in a suit having an interview with a renowned reporter.I pushed the phone away, not interested in watching. I was the one in the video after all and knew all what I had said in the interview.I had told the world about Nora; of how I met and fell for her, of how her ex used to beat her, how she got kidnapped by the same toxic ex and urged the populace to refrain from calling her names till the investigation was over.It had been over twenty-four hours that I had taken the world by surprise but Hart wouldn't stop acting as if he just got attacked by the waves. He should get over it.“Get over it.” I said. “It's not a big deal.”The way the veins in his neck popped, I was scared he would pass out at that point.“It's not a big deal?” He

Nora's POV “My love,” Damon whispered into my ear as he pulled me into a fierce embrace.I wrapped my hands around him, smiling as the tears fell down my eyes. It was good to be free and back into his arms; my home where I belonged.“Congratulations on getting free and clearing your name.” He smiled again, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.“I wouldn't have been able to do it without you.” I smiled. “The lawyer you hired was a badass.”He grinned. “Only the best for my woman.”“Thank you, Damon.” I leaned up to kiss him. “I love you.”“I love you more, Nora.” He groaned. “Don't kiss me though.”I sighed and blinked back the tears. I knew he was going to find me disgusting eventually. As if he knew what was going through my head, he lifted my head up and smiled, his gaze pulling me right into his soul.“I want to kiss you, Nora, so much that I want to imprint my lips on yours and all over your body but I'm holding myself back because I want to take you out on a date to celebrate your f

Sasha’s POV “Are you seriously not going to change your mind?”I rolled my eyes at my mum's question, pushing away the plate from me and standing up from the table.“Don't you dare walk away from me, young lady!” She yelled, standing up with me.I sighed as I turned to her. “What do you expect when you kept badgering me with the same question?”“Would I keep disturbing you if you had done what I asked from you?”I growled. “What do you want from me?”“You know what I want, Sasha.”“And you know my response to that.” I hissed. “It's a no. Give up, mum.”“You are going to let your husband and your sister be thrashed by the world?”A bitter laugh escaped from my mouth. “My husband? He divorced me, mum.” I yelled. “Don't talk about him.”“You know you lied about what you said in that teary video of yours.”I smirked. “Wasn't that why you kept leaving comments below the video that I'm lying?”She blushed. “And yet, they do nothing. Which is why I want you to take down that video and tell

Damon’s POV “Boss,” I could barely hear anyone despite the echo of voices yelling my name. I stared at an empty space, dazed and frozen on the floor where I had slumped to as the cops walked away with the valuables in my office.I didn't care about my pride and what my employees had to say about my humiliating position. I already lost my pride anyway.My phone rang, vibrating against my pocket and drawing my attention to a world different from the one I had trapped myself in.Tears pooled at the sight of Nora's name flashing on the screen and I blinked them away. “Won’t you pick that up?” Someone sighed beside me.I glanced up to find Hart staring at me, his eyes filled with concern. I didn't even know he was still around. A more closer inspection showed me that a few of my employees were also still loitering around.I sighed, hating being a spectacle, and forced myself up. A low hiss escaped from my throat as I staggered and felt Hart’s hand slipping under mine and holding me stea

Sasha’s POV Karma was real. I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't have proof of it at the moment. “Thank you for telling me.” I smiled as I ended the call, sliding the phone on the table. “Who was that?” Mum asked, narrowing her eyes at me as she walked into the living room. “Policing my moves now, mum?” I snorted. “You are uncharacteristically happy to not be suspicious.” She replied, sitting before me and placing a bowl of sliced apples on the table. I snorted and rolled my eyes. She should have given birth to Damon. *You all should stop suspecting me when I'm happy.” “All?” She arched her eyebrows. “Who else accused you of being suspiciously happy?” I shrugged. “Who else but your dear son-in-law? Oh, he is not your son-in-law again since we are divorced.” “Sasha,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with a warning. I pushed on, not caring about how she felt. “I know you love him so much so don't worry, he will soon be your son-in-law again once he marries my sister with th