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The Billionaire's Captive.
The Billionaire's Captive.
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CHAPTER 1: ELSA

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“Open this damn door before I break it down!”

I hear my stepfather's drunken voice yell for the second time from outside my bedroom door.

“Wait till I get my hands on you, you slimy bitch!”

As quietly as I can, I recover from my frozen stance and will my legs to retreat into my bathroom. Once I'm in, I use my strength to raise the creaky door, this way it doesn't make a noise as I pull it close and shut myself in.

He rattles the door again and suddenly laughs like he knows he has the upper hand.

“Hiding from me will do you no good. You can't stay locked up in there forever.”

My heart beats so loud, I think I can even hear it through the thumping of the pulse of my neck. And I know my stepfather wasn't bluffing when he said he would break down the door. He'd done it before when I was fourteen years old and Lisa, my stepsister, had lied against me to him. He barged into this bedroom when I was having my bath and broke down the bathroom door when I refused to open it.

I was young and scared. My fears only grew worse after that day. He would sneak into my room at night to touch me. He did this especially when he would get drunk. The first time it happened, I threatened to tell Mom about it. He hit me so hard that night that I had a black eye just the next morning.

Before I had a chance to show it to mom, my stepfather got to her first and told her I had fallen off the bed and hit my eyes against the nightstand.

You must think ‘She's your biological mum, surely she didn't buy that lie.’ Well, I'm here to tell you that she did. If she suspected that he was lying, she never showed it. Even to this day.

When I'm able to breathe again without feeling choked up, I know my panic attack, which seems to have become a weekly occurrence, has subsided.

I clean my eyes and take deep breaths as I get back up on my feet. I can't hear my Stepfather’s yelling anymore so I leave the bathroom as quietly as possible and walk to my bedroom door.

Placing my ears against the rough surface of the hard door, I still my breath so I can concentrate on any sound outside the door. As usual, the only thing I can hear in the hallway is the heavy snore of my passed-out stepfather. My body feels normal again immediately. I don't like that he's just outside my door and can wake up at any time and continue harassing me again, but for now, I appreciate the peace. I hardly get that around here. Either Lisa or Mom would later come to take him upstairs in the middle of the night.

I have just four hours to sleep until 5:30 a.m. when I'll have to wake up for the day to clean the house. Just as I'm about to doze off, my phone pings from an incoming text.

Oliver: Hey, E! Mind dropping by tomorrow? Just got back from the UK.

Seeing the message from my boyfriend, Oliver, instantly wipes the sleep of my eyes.

Me: Hey Oliver. I've missed you so much. Sure, I'll drop by tomorrow. Does noon sound good?

Oliver: 12 is too far. Come earlier.

Me: You know how it is around here. 12 is the time I'll be free.

When the three dots keep appearing and disappearing for a while, I put my phone down. If anyone walks in on me right now, they would think I'm crazy because of how wide the smile on my face is. That's how happy I get each time I talk with Oliver.

Oliver’s my first love. He was the first and only person to show me what it meant to have someone on your side since my father's death.

I love him so much that the first time he brought up eloping together on my 24th birthday, I immediately fell in love with the idea. That would be a dream; being far away from this excuse of a family I was punished with and in the presence of the one who makes me happy. Since Oliver mentioned the idea when I was just 20, that has been all I've lived and dreamed of. He said he would help me process my visa before my 24th birthday which is just next week.

In six days. Of course, I've been counting. It's impossible not to.

The ping of my phone disrupts my happy thoughts.

Oliver: They are assholes. It's fine though. I'll surprise you tomorrow.

Me: Have you been able to get the stuff done?

I ask, referring to the visa because there's no way I'm going to just write ‘visa’ there. If someone sees my phone before I'm able to disappear with Oliver, our plans will be ruined.

Oliver: We'll talk more about it tomorrow. Goodnight, E.

Me: Okay. I love you.

There's no reply after that. He's probably already dozed off. He does that a lot.

I bury my phone beneath my pillow and try to fall asleep but I'm too excited. I'm extremely excited about what the future holds. I want to meet new people, work, and finally be able to go to college since no one was willing to forward my education after high school. They had no problem enrolling Lisa into one so why was mine different?

And after I've graduated, Oliver and I will get married just like we've always dreamed of. I let out a dreamy sigh. Up until this week, I had never let my imagination run wild for fear of disappointment, but knowing that my freedom is just six days away has me all jittery. I finally have hope and I won't let anything get in the way of it.

I'm able to fall asleep sometime in the night and only stir in my sleep hours later when I feel a breath fan across my neck. Before I can panic that my stepfather took on his words and did break down the door, Oliver’s familiar pinecone scent drifts through my nostrils, making me release a relieved breath. My stepfather always has a stale alcoholic stench to him.

“Relax, It's just me.” He says a bit too loudly.

“How did you get in?” I whisper, hoping he will get the cue to whisper as well because I don't want anyone to hear us.

“The basement.” Is all he says as he kisses me between my chest and fondles my breast with his other hand. He flips us over almost immediately so that I'm on top of him. “C'mon, get me off. I've missed you.” He unbuckles his belt and folds his hands behind his head.

I still feel sleepy but I know how much Oliver likes this so I get to work until he releases on me. Knowing that I won't be getting any sex since he's found his release already, I get up from the bed to go clean myself in the bathroom.

“Oliver.”

“Yes?” His voice sounds drowsy so I know sleep isn't very far away.

“Are our passports ready? My birthday is just next week, remember?”

“I have it all under control, E. Stop worrying.” I can hear him sigh but I'll just assume it's because he's tired.

Peeking my head out of the bathroom to look at him, I can see his chest rising and falling, like he's asleep already. I release a sigh of mine.

I leave a knocked-out Oliver in my room to sleep as I shut the door behind me. The only upside of having my room on the ground floor, away from the other rooms which are all upstairs is because of times like this, so Oliver can sneak out without bumping into anyone.

I get on with my activities for the day which involves cleaning the ground floor, preparing breakfast and then cleaning their rooms when they're all up and having breakfast. That's my daily routine. But doing chores today feels different from the other days and I know why. I squeal internally in delight because I know that soon, my life now will be a thing of the past.

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    I've been sitting in a corner of the gas station where the sun shone less, waiting for two hours now but Oliver still hasn't come. He said the gas station downtown was where we would meet when everyone left for the day.The plan was that he would be waiting for me here and not the other way around. I mean, he knows how much my anxiety spikes up when I'm stressed. He isn't answering my calls either. The good news is that his phone isn't switched off so maybe he's on his way and just got a bit delayed.Yes. That must be it.I have no reason not to trust him. He was even the one who came up with this idea. He wouldn't leave me behind. Absolutely not.But when another hour passes and the sun's rays begin to cast on me in my hiding corner, I'm hit with a fresh wave of disappointment. I don't believe my words of assurance anymore because they sound vague even to my ears.I have an hour left until it's 4 p.m. before my family comes back from wherever it is they usually go on Thursdays. If I

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 3: JAVIER

    6 months later…If there's one thing I've learned over the last 18 years it took me to build my cartel, it's that liars can be spotted in so many different ways from a mile ahead. I have no idea whether it actually takes so much effort to spot a liar or maybe it just comes naturally to me. I'll go with the latter.First, they try so hard to contain their labored breaths by trying not to breathe for a few seconds. This act is to trick the heart into believing that all is well so the hard thumping reduces. While that happens, beads of sweat will begin to form in their hairline, which then slowly trickle down their temple. There's also that mild twitching and uncountable blinking of the eyes. Then there's the most obvious which is when they begin to stutter. Of course, stuttering could also indicate that the said person is nervous. But not when he's also guilty of all four acts at once.It takes a deep form of observation and focus to spot these little details. Turning to my right-hand

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 4: ELSA

    Over the past six months since Oliver betrayed me, I've become a shadow of my former self and that's saying a lot. Oliver hasn't called me either but I've had the time to heal past the betrayal no matter how difficult it has been. I thought things were tough for me all these years, it's nothing compared to how I've been treated these past few months.Lisa never failed to remind me of how I was fucking with her boyfriend. She called me a slut at every chance she got and often said things like “You didn't think anyone would ever love you when you look like that, did you?” Her snarky comments always hit home. I know I'm not in the category of the regular slim build most girls usually weigh. I've always been… curvier than others and I wish it wasn't so. It's hard to love my body when everyone around me reminds me of how ‘fat’ I am.That's one of the reasons I loved Oliver. I thought he saw me for…me. He never called me fat and he made me feel wanted. At least that was what I thought. I g

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 5: ELSA

    On the third day of my abduction, I fear that I might be losing my mind. I know I'm all about solitude and all but the quiet has become too much. If anything, it has become pure torture to me.Fear of the unknown.I don't know what to expect and the silence has been killing me. On the night of my abduction, I was tied up because I wouldn't stop struggling and then they dumped me in the back seat of an SUV as we drove off. I was seated in between two big men and the if-you-move-we'll-strangle-you look they gave me was enough to make me sit still. It didn't mean I stopped panicking though. I was a mess inside.I thought they would lock me up in an underground room, all alone during the day and then take turns abusing and raping me at night. Instead, we pulled up into the grandest mansion I have ever seen. The huge black gates opened to let the cars in on our arrival and closed behind us as soon as we had driven in.The grand mansion stood at the end of a long, winding driveway, surrou

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 6: JAVIER

    Stepping into my home office, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let a male have access to the room I kept Richard's daughter in. Things would have gotten really messy if I hadn't gotten there in time. I have Nana Guadalupe to thank for that. It took her two days to give me reasons why the poor girl shouldn't be treated poorly because of her father's sins. I assured her the poor girl wasn't being treated poorly, but she wasn't having it. “It's dangerous to leave a woman out there by herself. Bring her in so she can help me around here.” She had said, and that was all it took to give in. They are very few people in my life that I usually take instructions from, Nana Guadalupe is one of them. I've known her since I was 10 years old. She was our housekeeper and mum's best friend. Even after my parents died, she stood by me. In her words, I was too young to be by myself. And ever since then, she has refused to go anywhere else even when I took

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 7: ELSA

    I'm awake and fully dressed for the day by 5:30 a.m on the dot. I don't know why I'm up this early, especially since Nana Guadalupe said activities usually started between seven and eight a.m. I can't tell if it's the aching of my head from yesterday's assault or the fact that this is usually the time I wake up at home. I'm guessing both.I had a good seven hours of sleep after Nana Guadalupe showed me the kitchen and the door to her room. Something tells me she would have given me something for my headache which started last night if I had told her, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. No one ever listened at home so I fear my instincts could be wrong about Nana Guadalupe. I'm not about to let this headache earn me a punishment so early so I'll rather deal with the pain silently.It's still dark outside and I can't spot any movements outside the windows. Putting my ears to the door, I don't hear any sounds in the hallway either. Am I the only one awake this early? I shouldn't be sur

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 8: ELSA

    Almost two weeks into being here, and I can swear that this is the most peace I've ever experienced in a very long time. All I do is to take instructions from Nana Guadalupe all day, which mostly involves cooking.It's almost usually a very small meal for us and Javier. And then, on some afternoons, we prepare meals in large quantities for Javier's associates. Nana Guadalupe is the one who serves them, though. I doubt my legs would ever successfully take me to that side of the house. Not like I've tried or anything, but they are usually so many men trooping in and out of the house, I fear running into them, so I stay as far away from them as possible.Nana Guadalupe understands this and only asks for my help in setting the table when none of the men are present yet. Other than that, I've helped her once when it was just Javier and Carlos.I haven't had any personal encounters with Javier since he saved me from being raped at the cottage and the brief almost encounter in the hallway. I

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 9: JAVIER

    I have two laptops positioned on my desk before me. Both are powered on and are being in use. While I use one laptop to draft a coded filled email containing different routes to the team in charge of transporting my drugs, the second laptop displays the faces of two of my corporate standby team, arguing about what properties should be tagged for sale when my potential client for the day joins our zoom meeting in a few minutes.“Oh please.” Zachary's voice comes on. I'm not looking at the screen, but I can probably imagine him rolling his eyes. “Tell him, boss. The properties down south don't even sell at this time of the year.” “Zachary, I promise you that no one cares. Our client is a billionaire. If that's what he wants, then that's what he gets.” Laden says.“Why don't we just present any of the recently bought ones. We could rebuild it and sell it. I think it'll fit someone of his status.” Now it's my turn to comment. “That is entirely up to Mr Harris. If it's well within his bu

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  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 20: ELSA

    I'm up bright and early as I stand in the last place I thought I would be after last night's encounter with Javier. Every action of his just screams to me to run the opposite way, but I never do. He has my stepfather, who is probably dead by now. I don't care about his death. Some part of me only wishes I could have been the one to somehow put an end to his life. The thought gives me an odd satisfaction which just makes me wonder the amount of mental fuckery being here has brought upon me. I hear approaching footsteps down the hall as Javier leaves his room. When he comes into view, he stops at the door and looks at me in surprise. This seems to be becoming a daily occurrence. He's dressed impeccably as usual, quality navy coloured coat atop his three piece armani suit fitting his tall and muscled form effortlessly. “Good morning, sir.” “Morning, Elsa.” He walks past me to grab the fruit bowl I brought upstairs for him and I turn and watch as he stabs a piece of watermelon and

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 19: JAVIER

    I don't know how, but I feel the instant Elsa's presence dissipates. It's been happening more times than I would like to admit. Before I found her waiting for me in my sitting room, I sensed her presence right from the corridor. I usually know the feeling of when intruders are present. But unlike the cold sensation, which would creep down my spine, this one felt warm, and I just knew she was near, waiting for me. And that feeling followed me right after I left that room and got here. Up until now, that is. She left, probably because she caught sight of her stepfather and can't stomach what comes next. The man in question is knocked out, courtesy of Carlos, since he wouldn't stop shouting out his lungs. Another man lays on the floor, well out of view of the window Elsa was looking from. Unlike Richard, who is unconscious, this one is fully awake. Bloodied and missing a few limbs? yes, but awake nonetheless. He watches as I take closer steps into the room, life almost snuffed out

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 18: ELSA

    ‘This changes things.’Of everything that happened last night and what I learnt of my family trying to escape without me… including Mom, that one sentence Javier uttered has been the one thing invading my thoughts. ‘This changes things.’There it goes again. In what way has things changed? Did he mean by killing my family or between us? My mind and soul tell me it is the latter, and some twisted part of me gets excited upon the revelation.But then another thought occurs to me. If Javier thinks that way, does he intend on still holding me captive? He did say he wasn't going to kill me. He could still do other unimaginable things to me. After all, he's the don for a reason.As my mind continues to twist and turn in a panicked state, just as it has all day, I decide that it's finally time to visit Javier's office. I need to know where I stand and… it saddens me to admit this, but I also need to know what fate has been decided for my mother even though I know I shouldn't care.I leave m

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 17: ELSA

    It's the wee hours of the morning. I think. I've been dreaming of none other than Javier Sandoval. Forbidden thoughts of my boss. My captor. It's fucked up, I know but It's almost like my consciousness can't help these feelings. I sigh into my pillow as I change position on my bed, trying to quieten the spiraling voices in my head. Or is it the voices in my dream? The voices disappear the second my eyes land on Javier's piercing stare. There it is again. Exhilaration. like epinephrine straight to the heart. How did the sight of him tangle my thoughts while unraveling my insides? He's sitting on a chair, leaned back, a leg folded over the other, hands on the arm rest while he stares at me. Even in my dreams he's still the most beautiful, and dangerous man I've ever seen. Not like I've met a lot of them if I'm being honest. “I was wondering when you would wake up.” He mutters, running the back of his fingers across his stubble, but I hear him loud and clear. I blink once, then twice

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 16: JAVIER

    I can't exactly say I had the best of nights last night, but sleeping with the thought of Elsa made half of it bearable. The more she crosses my mind, the more angry I become with myself for acting like a teenager smitten by his crush. It's crazy considering our age difference. I'm not exactly sure of her age, but she shouldn't be more than 25.I've had women I liked in the past. But that was a very long time ago before I became the head of the cartel. Up until now. my love life hasn't been something to write home about because I never dated. If I had an itch, I found someone to scratch it, and that was it. There was always someone available for it. Of all I slept with, it's impossible to compare what I felt for them to what I feel for Elsa. And that's saying a lot because even I can't put a word to what exactly it is I feel.After much deliberation, I concluded that maybe I actually just need to fuck and get the thought of Elsa out of my system. Hence my presence in my Club Siago rig

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 15: ELSA

    I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that. I might not have been the one to offend him to be taken as collateral but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still his captive either way. I'm not about to admit that I might be having Stockholm Syndrome but if I'm checked well, that's the exact name to call what I've been feeling no matter how much I don't want to. How else do I explain the weird thudding in my chest each time I hear Javier's voice even from afar? There's no mistaking that feeling for fear, because it's not.But It isn't right. By all ramifications, the man is possibly even betrothed to Sofia. Why else w

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 14: JAVIER

    “I had different routes sent. What do you mean my drugs were hijacked?” I ask Carlos, leaning back in my seat. In as much as it has been a productive three days, it has also been stressful. I had to leave for China to finalize a pending deal with the president. On my way back, Carlos called saying that one of the routes I spent hours navigating to find wasn't safe. We were ambushed, my men were killed, and the drugs were stolen. Those were eight figures worth of drugs being transported to New york. Unfortunately for the fuckers responsible for the theft, all my trucks have trackers installed in them. It won't be long before I find the people responsible.“The team is tracking the truck as we speak. The others were delivered safely.” “While that's good to hear it doesn't change the fact that we might have a mole in here. How did they get information on that particular route?” His eyes runs down my laptops and I know he thinks I've been hacked. I know I haven't. “The firewalls were in

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 13: ELSA

    “Do you need anything?” This has to be the first time in a long time since I was last asked this question. No one at home ever asked, including Oliver. It was me who only ever gave. Hearing Camila's questions directed at me, along with the concern etched on her face, is heartwarming. It reminds me of last night when Javier and Nana Guadalupe came to check in on me. I knew Nana would come, but finding Javier outside of my room was very shocking. I didn't think he cared. And to think I ran out to get the door with nothing beneath my dress. I only became more overwhelmed when Nana joined him and began fussing about me. It was more than I could imagine. More than I'd ever received since the death of my father. “No, I'm okay.” “I'm serious, Elsa.” “I really am fine.” I smile at Camila. While Nana acts motherly. Camila acts like an older sister. It's beautiful to watch, and knowing that these emotions are directed at me makes me feel really good on the inside. “If you do need anythin

  • The Billionaire's Captive.   CHAPTER 12: JAVIER

    My uncle has to be the proudest man I've ever known, and that's saying a lot, considering I've worked with so many men of his status. No one else comes close for sure. I'm seated at one end of the table while he occupies the other end. As we eat, we all listen to him brag to Alejandro, Sofia's father, about his newly bought villa in the Hamptons. What he doesn't mention is that I was the one who gave it to him as a gift since he wanted a retirement gift to add to his collections. It's okay, though.“So…” Camila draws my attention from Uncle Juan's bragging session. “It's been ages since we last saw, Javi. How have you been?”I laugh at my little sister. “Since when did two weeks turn to ages, Cam?”“Still… two weeks is a long time. I've missed you.” She reaches for my hand, and I take it in mine, giving it a squeeze. She's sitting to my right, so it's not hard to maintain conversation without interrupting my Uncle's talk.“I've missed you too.”“So…” I look at her sly expression as s

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