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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 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 1: ELSA
“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.
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 2: ELSA
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
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
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
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
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 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
