All Chapters of The Billionaire's Prisoner Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damon's POV "What is going on?" I asked, talking to no one in particular.I tugged at the tie hanging loosely on my neck, acutely aware of how unkempt I looked. I had fiddled with the tie over a dozen times in the past one hour, taking out my frustration on the poor material.My gaze narrowed on the paper before me, my eyes squinted in concentration and exasperation as I stared at the tiny prints on the page.This couldn't be happening.Not after waiting for this day for so long. Not after believing for months that getting back the documents Sasha stole would be the end of my struggles.Why then hasn't anything changed?I wanted to scream out my frustration to... I had no idea who that was going to be. I didn't have anyone in my circle to talk to and I had no doubt that Hart was fed up of being the basket for all my rough emotions.If I couldn't talk about my woes, I could as well work on them. I wasn't known to be a talker after all.Damon Bennett didn't waste time talking when he c

Nora's POV "Come in," I replied without looking up from my phone.The door opened and I pointed at a corner in my room, still not interested in the other person in the room with me."You can put it there." I said.I was interested in catching up on what was happening out there without me. I had just checked my company's page and saw that one of my colleagues had been promoted.I would be lying if I said that didn't make me want me to cry. The lady wasn't as qualified as I was and I couldn't stop wondering if I would have been the one promoted if I had still be there.Suddenly, a strong wave of hatred washed over me and I curled my fist around my phone. I hated Mark for abusing and pushing me to run away from home. I hated Damon's men for making a mistake. I hated Damon for... I didn't know what I hated him for. I realized that I didn't want to hate him. I hated myself for subjecting myself to a life of loneliness and confusion.I realized that I didn't hear any sound that a tray woul

Nora's POV "Thanks for tonight." Damon said as he parked the car in the garage later that night.I turned to him and smiled. I shrugged even though I was tripping like crazy inwardly. The gala had been a success. Damon had met and connected with a lot of people and I hoped that helped his business. "Good night, Damon." I said, slipping out of the car.I didn't have to wait for him as he had already told me he was heading back to the office. I hoped he didn't work himself to death. My child needed him as a father. I ignored the voice in my head telling me my child wasn't the reason I didn't want him going back to the office that night.The smile on my face froze as I walked into my bedroom. My eyes scanned the room and the frown etched on my face sank deeper. The room looked spotless but I could tell something was wrong. I couldn't tell what it was but something was off.Having survived life roughly, I knew better than to not trust my gut. I felt like someone had been in my room and

Nora's POV "Welcome, my darlings." Cara beamed as we made our way into their living room.She embraced first her son and Sasha, saving me for the last. I didn't mind just as I didn't mind that Sasha had pushed herself into the passenger seat beside Damon on the way and left me no choice but to sit at the back. I had been helpless and forced to watch as she shamelessly talked animatedly to Damon, touched and flirted with him as he drove.The only consolation had been that Damon had ignored her, doing a perfect act of pretending that she didn't exist. I had struggled not to bark out in laughter as I watched her pathetic attempts to rub in my face that Damon was her husband."Come on in," Cara asked after giving me the briefest hug in history. I didn't mind that too, knowing that she had done that for Sasha's sake."Where is dad?" Damon asked."He is out golfing with his friends but will soon join us." Cara replied. "Why don't you join them? I'm sure he will be proud to have you around

Nora's POV "Please try to eat more."I shook my head, pushing away with feeble hands the bowl of steaming chicken soup Jane was trying to pour down my throat. I had had enough of being fed everything edible that Jane could find in the house. I was certain that I needed rest at that point to recover and not food; rest that I wasn't likely to get anytime soon with the way Jane was hovering around me."No," I sighed, hating that I had to verbally announce my refusal.If only she wasn't such a stubborn nurse, I wouldn't have to stress my tired vocal cords."Just one more bite." She implored.Rather than say anything else again, I turned my face away, shifting on the bed to face the other side and hoping that she would give up on me.She chuckled and I heaved out a sigh of relief when I heard her drop the bowl on the dresser by my bed. Oh! Freedom at last. I wanted to sing out loud my ecstasy for everyone to hear."Don't be cute, Madam Nora."I snorted. "I'm sick, Jane. There is nothing c