The billionaire’s captive

You are a captive

Days passed, and Sophia didn't see Marcus,as he never stopped by in her room. She was confused and a little worried knowing he had always stopped by.

But her concerns were soon replaced by a new mystery.

new maids started serving her food, and Sophia couldn't help but notice the change.

"Where's Emma?" Sophia asked one of the maids, trying to sound casual.

The maid, a timid-looking woman with a scowling face, hesitated before answering. "I...I don't know, miss," she stammered.

But Sophia noticed that the maid's eyes darted nervously to the side, and her body language screamed that she was hiding something.

Sophia's curiosity was piqued. What had happened to Emma? And why was the maid being so evasive?

As the days went by, Sophia tried to get more information out of the maids,as they were replaced one after another, but they all remained tight-lipped.

It wasn't until the cook, a gruff but kind-hearted woman, came to deliver Sophia's dinner that she finally got a hint of what might have happened to Emma.

The cook, whose name was Mrs. Jenkins, seemed hesitant to meet Sophia's eye, and her usual warm smile was nowhere to be found.

"Mrs. Jenkins, what's wrong?" Sophia asked, sensing that something was off.

Mrs. Jenkins hesitated before answering in a low voice, "Emma...she got in trouble, miss. She was caught with something she shouldn't have had."

Sophia's heart sank. She knew exactly what Mrs. Jenkins was talking about. The map.

"Is Emma okay?" Sophia asked, feeling a pang of guilt.

Mrs. Jenkins nodded, but her expression was grim. "She's...restricted, miss. She's not allowed to come to your room no more."

Sophia felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She had grown to trust Emma, and the thought of her being punished for trying to help her escape was devastating.

As Mrs. Jenkins left the room, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that she was responsible for Emma's fate. She vowed to find a way to make it right, no matter what it took.

That evening,Marcus walked into the room, his eyes fixed on Sophia with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

"Sophia," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I see you're looking well."

Sophia's eyes narrowed. She wasn't interested in small talks. "Marcus, what happened to Emma?" she asked, her voice firm.

Marcus's expression didn't change, but Sophia noticed a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Emma?" he repeated. "Oh, you mean the maid?"

Sophia's anger flared. "Yes, the maid. What did you do to her?"

Marcus chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "I did what needed to be done," he said. "She was caught with something she shouldn't have had. She's being...reprimanded."

Sophia's eyes blazed. "You're punishing her for trying to help me?"

Marcus shrugged. "Oh you made her do that,I thought as much", "well I'm maintaining order in my household. You'd do well to remember that."

Sophia's anger boiled over. "How can you be so cruel?" she demanded. "Emma was just trying to help me."

Marcus's expression turned icy. "And who are you to question me?" he asked, his voice rising. "Where do you get the audacity to ask me questions?"

Sophia stood her ground, despite the fear that was growing inside her. "I get the audacity from being a human being," she said, her voice steady. "From knowing that every human deserve to be treated with dignity and respect."

Marcus's eyes flashed with anger. "You're in no position to demand respect," he snarled. "You're a captive, Sophia. A prisoner. And you'll do well to remember that."

The argument hung in the air, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with anger and resentment. Sophia felt her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the argument was over. Marcus turned and walked out of the room, leaving Sophia feeling shaken and disturbed.

The sound of the keys turning in the lock was a harsh reminder that she was a prisoner.

Sophia stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a wave of fear wash over her, followed by a surge of anger. How could Marcus be so cruel? Didn't he have any feelings at all?

As she stood there, trying to process what had just happened, Sophia heard the sound of footsteps outside her room. The door opened, and a tray of food was placed on the table.

Sophia turned to see one of the maids, a young girl with a kind face, standing in the doorway.

"Thank you," Sophia said, trying to smile.

The maid smiled back and turned to leave, but Sophia called out to her.

"Wait," Sophia said. "Can you tell me something?"

The maid turned back, a look of curiosity on her face.

"What is it, miss?" she asked.

"What happened to Emma?" Sophia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The maid's eyes darted nervously to the side, and Sophia knew that she was taking a risk by asking.

"I don't know, miss," the maid said quickly. "I swear, I don't know anything."

Sophia nodded, understanding. She knew that the maid was scared, and she didn't want to put her in any danger.

But as the maid turned to leave, Sophia called out to her again.

"Wait," Sophia said. "Can you do something for me?"

The maid turned back, a look of hesitation on her face.

"What is it, miss?" she asked.

Sophia took a deep breath before speaking.

"Can you find out what happened to Emma?" Sophia asked. "And can you tell me if she's okay?"

The maid's eyes widened in surprise, and Sophia knew that she was taking a risk by asking.

But to Sophia's surprise, the maid nodded.

"I'll try, miss," she said. "I'll do my best to find out what happened to Emma."

Sophia smiled, feeling a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in days.

"Thank you," Sophia said. "Thank you so much."

The maid smiled back and turned to leave, locking the door behind her.

Sophia stood there, feeling a sense of determination She was going to find out what happened to Emma, no matter what it took. And she was going to make sure that Marcus paid for what he had done.