All Chapters of The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Damon’s POV I woke up, gasping for breath and my heart racing fast as if it wanted to jump out through my mouth.I slowly started to get conscious of my environment and noticed the warm arms nuzzled around my shoulders, and the soft drops of tears.Disgust and helplessness filled me as I realized the implication of what was going on.It had happened. Again.I sighed, feeling dejected.She realized that I was conscious and pulled her arms away to glance at me and I sighed, moaning the loss of her warmth.“Are you okay, Damon?”“I'm sorry,” I whispered, shame coating my gut.She shook her head. “You have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault that you have nightmares.”I disagreed with her. It was my fault for getting weak and letting the recent events affect me mentally such that the horrors of the day crept into my subconscious.I didn't voice out my opinion though, knowing that we would only argue. It was too late for that and I didn't have the energy either.Moreover, I did

Damon’s POV He stared at me.I stared back.I arched my eyebrows at him, wondering if we were going to have a stare battle all day and dared him to speak.I cleared my throat, annoyed at his refusal to say a word.“What are you doing here?” Hart hissed, low under his breath but I heard him.I snorted at his words. “I didn't know that I needed your permission to be in my office.” I said, laying emphasis on how the office belonged to me.His face reddened and he shuffled his feet on the floor. I glanced at the documents and shook my head, unable to believe the game he was playing.“Who did you want to find these documents? The cops or the investors?”The cops already searched the office and the board already placed me on a temporary suspension pending their final decision.I had only hoped that the truth came out sooner before that.I exhaled as I stared at Hart, realizing that the truth was about to be out but I didn't like the form it was prepared in.“Who is meant to find these?” I

Damon’s POV My phone rang, startling me from the emotional coma I had drifted into. “Aren't you coming home?” Nora asked, her voice filled with panic.“I will.”“Should I come for you?”When I wasn't a toddler. My subconscious mocked me that I wasn't a toddler the other day I had gotten drunk and she had been forced to step out of the house.“No need for that. I'm fine.” I assured, smiling at her over-protectiveness.“You shouldn't be alone.” She sighed and ended the call.I should get up from the floor. I picked up my phone and decided to clean my office. I couldn't go home to Nora with the way I felt and engaging myself in a physical act would grant me the composure I dearly needed.My phone rang and I smirked at how protective Nora was. I swiped the answer button without checking the caller ID, assuming that it was Nora calling again.That was my first mistake that day.“You don't have to worry about me, babe.” I spoke into the phone without waiting for her to speak.A dark chuck

Nora's POV I would have asked more questions if Damon hadn't gotten wheeled out of the operation room at that time. I flew to my feet, running toward the bed.“Damon,” I cried, tears running down my cheek as I ran with the nurses as they took Damon to his room.The salty taste of the tears was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my heart. Who wanted Damon dead that they would tamper with his car?That had to have happened while he parked the car at the company as he wouldn't have made it to the office if the car had been tampered with at home.Was that what Hart had to do with the case?“He is unconscious at the moment, ma'am, but we will let you in once he is stable.” The doctor said, stopping me from going in with Damon.“Will he wake up?”His eyes softened, probably seeing how on edge I was and how I was barely holding on. “Of course, he will. When he will wake up though depends on him. Let's just hope for the best.”I knew a dismissal when I got one and moved to drill the c

Nora's POV “What?” Cara gasped. “You don't know who she is?”“Would I have asked you if I knew who she was?” He groaned.I sighed, grateful that he had kept his sarcasm even if his memories had jilted him.No, not his memories. His memories of me alone. That felt like hell and I wondered how it was that I was still standing upright with how dead my heart was.Cara glanced at me, biting her lips and I winced, knowing she was confused on how to introduce me to Damon.I decided to help her out. “I'm someone you know.”His frown got deeper. “I don't think so. I have a good brain and will remember it if I know you.”Cara ran outside. She was in few minutes later with the doctor. He congratulated him on waking up and did a few checks on him.“Can we talk outside?” He gestured at me and Cara.We nodded and went with him. “It appears he has amnesia.” He informed us.“Can he get better?” Cara asked.He shrugged. “Depends on him. Since he lost only a part of his memories and not all, I assume