All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Captive: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rose’s POV“No,”That simple response said in a firm voice was like a hot spike to my heart but instead of hitting me with pain, it brought disappointment and anger towards the housekeeper.“You can’t say that, you have to help me,” I went on, moving closer to her but she actively ignored me, keeping her attention on the dishes she was cleaning with a calm expression on her face. When I saw that my antics weren’t working on her, I let my anger fully take over. I’d approached her, hoping she’d understand my predicament as a fellow woman and help me get out of the house but she’d outrightly refused even before hearing me out.“I see you’re no better than your master. All you care about is your paycheck and you have no empathy or feelings of sympathy within you. You’re an accomplice to kidnap and sexual harassment and you deserve to be in jail for the rest of your miserable life, and I’d make sure you rot in hell if I eventually get out of here,” I said with gritted teeth and I turned to

Rose‘s POV “Ready to begin?” “W-what?” His words caught me off guard as I wasn’t expecting him to start immediately. “If you’re ready we'll start our first lesson now,” He said, staring at me intently. “Umm…” I blinked, unsure of what to say. My eyes met his intent gaze and I knew I had to accept. I had to make him believe that I was ready to work towards getting better and getting rid of my anxiety. “I'm ready,” I finally responded in a barely audible voice while wondering what he had in mind for our first session. “We don’t have to start today if you are not comfortable with it,” I knew he was trying to be nice to me but I didn’t let his words fool me. I needed him to completely believe my act and the only way to do that was to make him believe that I was truly eager to dispose of my fear and be more open to having relations with men. “I’m ready. I don’t want to continue this way anymore,” “Good,” I heard the hint of praise in his voice as though he was proud of his decision

Rose’s POVI didn’t know how long I was there reading through the document but eventually, I set it aside as there was nothing interesting or any useful information that could help me get out of my situation. It mostly consisted of different kinks that Jian was interested in and it also spoke of how every session has to be consensual. Although some of the kinks intrigued me and I found myself considering the possibility of trying them out, I eventually tossed the file aside. Everything it contained was basically all that Jian had informed me of after we’d restructured the initial time frame of the contract to three months. But then, a fleeting thought passed through my mind.What if everything works in my favor and he decides not to let go of me at the end of the three months? What if he goes back on his promise and keeps me here against my will and decides to follow the original contract term of a year? My gut twisted with as these thoughts invaded me. Seeing as there was no written

Rose’s POV “No! Let me go,” I screeched, hitting my fists against his back as he effortlessly threw me over his shoulder and began climbing up the stairs, to the only place I knew he’d reserved for my punishment_his playroom. “You have no right to treat me this way, you bastard! You must be retarded if you think I’d be a willing participant to help you keep your dirty little secret,” I ranted and rambled on, still struggling against his hold but he had to have held me with an iron fist because the arm around my legs held on tightly, not wavering for once or even slacking in it’s hold. It didn’t take time for him to get to the playroom and unlock the door. He dumped me on the hard floor and proceeded to lock the door before walking towards me. I was still seated on the floor but I tried to scramble away from his reach as fast as I could but I must have underrated his reflexes because, in the next instant, he caught and pulled me along to the table in the middle of the room. Unlike the

Rose’s POV “Be a good girl while I’m gone, pet,” Jian leaned in to kiss my cheek before rising to his feet and exiting the dining room. I drew in a deep breath as soon as I was alone and reclined into my seat, staring at the dishes before me. After our little conversation in the bedroom, I’d finally swallowed my shame and had shown up for breakfast, feeling much better and at peace with myself than I did when I woke up. All through breakfast, my focus was on the meal and I didn’t spare Jian a glance, nor even Greta as I was still too ashamed to face her. But now that I was done, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I cleared the table and carried the dishes into the kitchen, where she was wiping down the counter with a washcloth. When our eyes met, she uttered no words and returned her attention to the work at hand. A pang of guilt tugged at my heartstrings and bile rose in my throat as I searched for the appropriate way to tender my apology. I walked to the dishwasher and loaded all of