Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Billionaire Captor: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mona’s POVI turned at the sound of my name, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Of course, it was Ian. Who else would it be? I barely had time to compose myself before I felt his hand on my wrist, dragging me toward his car like I was some sort of property. I pulled back, but his grip tightened, and I could already feel the anger rising in my chest.“What the hell are you doing here, Ian?” I hissed, barely managing to keep my voice from shaking.His grip was still firm, his fingers pressing into my skin, sending an uncomfortable jolt through me. I wrenched my wrist out of his hand, but he was already on me again, too quick. “I should be asking you that,” he growled, dragging me across the parking lot with surprising strength. “You think you can just walk away from me without consequences?”“Consequences?” I raised an eyebrow, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You mean the ones where you make me your prisoner? Those consequences?”“Don’t play games, Mona,” he snarled, his grip tig

Mona's POVI lay on my small bed, staring at the cracked, peeling white ceiling, struggling to breathe through my swirling thoughts. My mother’s voice echoed in my mind, demanding things I didn’t think I could achieve. Even in the silence, her presence felt heavy, filled with expectations that weighed me down.I rolled onto my side, each breath growing heavier. The bed felt constricting, and I swung my legs over the edge, miscalculating the distance to the floor. My heart raced as I teetered, almost losing my balance. A rush of panic hit me, but I steadied myself, trembling from the close call.I muttered a curse, breaking the silence, before trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I reached for my shoes, which were hidden under the bed. I brushed my fingers against the cool wooden floor but found nothing. Frustration built within me—how could finding a simple shoe feel so hard?Leaning down, I carefully searched again, feeling the smoothness of the floor beneath my hands. Overwhelmed

Ian's POVI heard the term and felt as if my life was unraveling. What did she mean by her body being significantly compromised? I called out to the doctor as she was about to leave; the situation didn’t seem to add up at all.“Yes, Mr. Ian,” she replied.I scoffed, my breath coming in heavy gasps as my eyes scanned the room. Just how dire was her condition?“Very serious,” she said urgently, placing a hand on my chest. My heart raced as I locked eyes with her, sensing the sincerity in her expression.“It’s fine,” I nodded, making my way out of the hospital. I was determined to uncover the identity of the cook who had poisoned her.My heart thudded violently as I exited the hospital. The doctor’s words reverberated in my mind, each one more suffocating than the last. Mona had been drugged, and I was resolute in ensuring that the person responsible would face justice.I slammed the door of my car, the sound echoing through the desolate parking lot. My grip on the steering wheel was so

The car door clicked shut with a definitive sound that resonated in the stillness of the night. Inside the dimly lit vehicle, she reclined against the seat, the gentle purr of the engine the only interruption to the quiet. Outside, the streetlights cast a faint glow, flickering as figures approached, their footsteps deliberate and measured against the chill of the pavement.They halted just before the car, pausing for a moment before one of them broke the silence, his voice steady yet tinged with an underlying tension.“Is it finished?” the man inquired, his words barely audible in the night, as if he feared eavesdroppers.“Finished,” she answered, her voice calm and almost indifferent, though her thoughts raced through the implications of every decision she had made leading up to this moment.The woman, who had remained silent until now, stepped closer to the vehicle, her gaze darting nervously between the windows, as if wary of being observed. "You’ve fulfilled your end of the barga

Mona's povThe sound of the stabilizer hummed faintly in the background, a constant reminder that I was alive. But alive for what? My head felt like it was filled with cotton, a thick fog clouding my thoughts. I tried to open my eyes, but the light stabbed through the thin layers of my eyelids, pushing them back closed with the force of a storm.I shifted my fingers. The cold, metal tube of the IV dug into my skin, and I could feel the steady drip of medicine coursing into my veins. My chest felt tight, like I was drowning in air, and my breath came in shallow gasps. My heart raced, and with it, the panic began to creep in.Where am I?I forced my eyes open again, a little more forcefully this time. My vision blurred, distorted shapes merging together. My pulse was in my ears, loud and insistent. My eyes darted around. The sterile walls. The faint smell of antiseptic. The beep of a monitor. The rhythmic sound of something mechanical—a stabilizer, I realized. The noise was muffled, but