The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 6

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At six in the evening, the sound of a key turning made Alina–who was sitting by the window staring blankly at the garden- jump.

The door opened.

Daniel stood there in a full suit–clearly just home from the office. Tie still perfectly knotted. Briefcase in hand.

But there was something in his face. Tension. Guilt? Or just tired?

Their eyes met.

Alina didn’t stand. Didn’t greet him. Just stared with a flat and empty expression that was somehow more damning than anger.

“Alina…” Daniel stepped inside, closing the door behind him but not locking it. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” Alina’s voice was flat. “About how you locked your own wife in her room? Or about how you took away all communication devices so I’m completely isolated?”

Daniel put his briefcase on the floor, rubbing his face with his hand–a gesture showing he was stressed.

“I’m doing this to protect you-

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“Protect?” Alina stood now, voice rising. “Protect me from what? From the outside world? Or protect yourself so I can’t escape? You’re not protecting me, Daniel–you’re controlling me! You locked me up and treated me like a prisoner!”

“You were trying to leave!” Daniel’s voice rose too. “You talked to Emma about a lawyer, about an escape plan. I can’t trust you

to stay!”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO STAY!” Alina was shouting now, years of frustration exploding. “WHY SHOULD I STAY IN A PLACE WHERE I’M TREATED LIKE TRASH? WHERE MY OWN HUSBAND PREFERS HIS EX–WIFE? WHERE MY MOTHER–IN–LAW SAYS I’M JUST A PLACEHOLDER WHO WILL BE DISCARDED?”

Daniel fell silent, staring at Alina who was trembling–from anger, from pain, from exhaustion.

He wanted to argue. Wanted to say “you’re not a placeholder“-but the words stuck in his throat. Because how could he argue when all his actions proved otherwise? When he literally locked Alina in her room, confiscated her devices, treating her exactly like a temporary asset that had to be controlled until no longer needed?

So Daniel just stayed silent. Because the truth was too painful to admit.

“Alina…” Daniel’s voice was softer now. “I don’t want you to leave because Junior needs you.”

“But not by treating me arbitrarily like this, Daniel!” Alina’s voice broke from anger. “Just because Junior needs me DOESN’T MEAN you have the right to lock me up like this! I’m a human being with feelings! I deserve to be respected and treated with dignity! And moreover I’M YOUR WIFE! NOT YOUR PRISONER!”

Alina’s tears flowed. She couldn’t–and wouldn’t–hold them back anymore.

For five years Alina loved Daniel. Five years she hoped Daniel would see her. Would care. At least would treat Alina like a human being. But he never did. And now Daniel locked her in her room like a criminal? Like Alina was a threat?

Daniel stood there, watching Alina cry—genuine tears, raw pain—and feeling something crack in his chest.

These weren’t manipulative tears. This wasn’t acting. This was genuine heartbreak from a woman he’d treated with cruelty for

years.

And for the first time, Daniel was truly seeing the damage he’d done.

“Alina…” he stepped closer, but Alina backed away.

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“Leave,” Alina shook her head, backing up until her back hit the wall. “Don’t come near me. Just leave me alone.”

“I can’t leave you alone,” Daniel said in a rough voice. “You-”

“LEAVE!” Alina screamed, hysteria creeping in. “I don’t want to see you. Get out!”

Silence filled the room.

Daniel looked at Alina–truly looked–and saw the woman who for five years had been basically invisible to him.

The woman who raised his son with unconditional love.

The woman who maintained his home without complaint.

The woman who stayed despite being treated horribly.

The woman who somehow still had the capacity to love him despite everything.

But now the woman who once looked at him with warmth, now looked at him with cold and empty hatred.

“Alina…” Daniel’s voice was barely a whisper. “I—”

“Get out,” Alina whispered, turning away from Daniel, staring at the window with trembling shoulders. “Just get out.”

Daniel stood still. Didn’t know what to do. He wanted to fix this, wanted to say something–but didn’t know how.

So Daniel did the easiest thing.

He left.

Closed the door.

And this time, he didn’t lock it.

Alina heard footsteps walking away, then silence.

She turned, staring at the unlocked door.

Walked slowly, turned the knob–it opened.

But that freedom was an illusion.

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Because even though the door wasn’t locked, security was still in the corridor. The gate was still locked. And her family’s debt was still hanging over her head like a guillotine.

Alina closed the door again–gently this time.

What was the use of an unlocked door when the entire mansion was a prison?

She walked to the bed, lay down with her eyes staring at the ceiling, feeling numbness creeping back.

This was her life now.

Beautiful cage.

Golden prison.

A loving jailer who didn’t realize he was slowly killing her.

And Alina didn’t know how long she could survive this before completely breaking.

In his own room—a spacious master bedroom with a king bed and mahogany furniture – Daniel stood in front of the window with a glass of whiskey in hand.

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He could hear the silence from the next room. Alina’s room which was only separated by one wall from his. So close–just a few steps–but felt like different worlds.

No sound. No crying. Nothing.

Maybe Alina was already asleep. Or maybe she was just lying in darkness, just like Daniel now–awake, trapped in thoughts that wouldn’t stop.

Something in Daniel’s chest felt tight.

Was he doing the right thing?

Locking up Alina, confiscating her devices, essentially making her a prisoner was that justified?

Daniel drank his whiskey, feeling the burn in his throat but it didn’t make the uncomfortable feeling in his chest disappear.

That gala dinner night–when Alina left–Daniel clearly remembered how he chased her. Out of the private lounge, down to the lobby, to the parking lot. Searching for Alina with a desperation he didn’t understand.

Junior was crying, yes. But there was something else. Something that made Daniel’s chest tight when he realized Alina was really gone.

It wasn’t just Junior who couldn’t lose Alina.

Daniel too.

But why?

Did he love Alina?

Daniel shook his head hard, dismissing that thought.

This wasn’t about feelings. This was about control. About maintaining order. About ensuring Junior had stability.

His eyes fell on Alina’s phone on the table–the device Mrs. Helen handed over this afternoon.

Daniel shouldn’t open it. This was an invasion of privacy.

But…

With slightly hesitant fingers, Daniel opened Alina’s phone. No password–or maybe he knew the password unconsciously from seeing Alina type it countless times.

Messages opened.

Messages from Emma that Alina hadn’t read yet.

Daniel scrolled up, reading with an increasingly hardening jaw.

Emma (12:47): Alina, Rachel Moore can take your case. Pro bono if needed. We can fight that contract. There are grounds for duress and coercion.

Emma (12:51): I’m serious. You don’t have to stay there. We’ll find a way. A legal way.

Emma (17:03): Alina, are you okay? I’m worried. You’ve barely responded to my texts for 2 days. Please tell me you’re safe. Emma (17:15): I’ve already researched. There’s a good opening at my acquaintance’s company–design firm, entry level position but decent salary. They’re willing to interview you anytime. You have skills, Alina. Please, just say the word and I’ll come pick you up.

Daniel’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.

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Emma was filling Alina’s head with escape plans. Making Alina believe she could leave. Making Alina believe there were options.”

But Emma didn’t understand. There were no options. Alina was bound by contract. Bound by debt. Bound by Junior.

And most importantly–bound to Daniel.

That woman was his. His wife. And no one had the right to take her away. Not Emma. Not a lawyer. Not anyone.

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Something dark and possessive flowed in Daniel’s chest–something he didn’t want to acknowledge but was definitely there.

With a decisive movement, Daniel took his own phone, scrolling contacts until he found the name he was looking for.

He pressed call.

Two rings, then a familiar voice answered.

“Daniel? It’s rare for you to call this late at night. What’s up?”

“Martin,” Daniel said in a controlled, businesslike voice. “I need a favor.”

“Shoot.”

“Emma Carter. She works at your firm, right? Senior designer?”

Abrief pause. “Yes… why?”

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