Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage
Frieda Enriquez lives in a golden cage.
As the perfect, silent wife to billionaire CEO Michael C. Van Leer, her life is a performance of flawless elegance, built on a mountain of secrets and the crushing debt that cost her everything. She gave Michael her body and her name, and in return, he gives her silence and control.
But when Michael suffers a severe accident, the cold, loveless marriage is replaced by a chilling new demand. To maintain the illusion of their perfect union, Michael brings in two ruthless, identical associates—the Heaton twins—and forces Frieda into a twisted, shared submission.
Now, her body is a battleground. Garrett, the gentle twin, offers a desperate, silent promise of protection, igniting an instant connection that feels dangerously like true love. Alvin, the violent twin, is a monster from her childhood, brought back by Michael to inflict private terror.
As Michael watches his cruel game unfold, Frieda realizes the accident was a lie, the divorce is impossible, and the cage is closing tighter. When her own sister, Serena, arrives as Michael's mistress, the last thread of hope snaps.
They wanted a submissive wife. They created an enemy.
How do you fight a man who owns your name, your past, and now, the dark secret of your first and truest love?
Read Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage and watch the perfect corporate wife become the most feared woman alive.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Loyal Enemy ArrivesFrieda’s POVI ran back to my room, my heart still pounding fast from seeing Garrett in the library. My fingers were shaking hard as I unfolded the piece of paper he had pushed into my hand. It was tiny, the kind of fancy note paper Michael used for quick messages in his study.The words weren't Garrett's. It was the same secret note I had found before, slipped under my door when Michael was hurt: "Don't trust the doctor. I'm watching you."My head started spinning. Garrett had told me to run, but he hadn't written this. He was just the delivery boy. This meant there was someone else hidden in the house, watching me and watching Michael. Someone knew the doctor lied about Michael being hurt. This house held secrets that were much bigger and deeper than I knew.I had two people who might help me, or two people who might hurt me, and I felt sick because I couldn't tell which was which. I felt like a doll, but maybe someone else was, too.I needed to talk to Garrett again right away. I
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: Chapter 4: The Shared SubmissionFrieda’s POVI spent the next two days feeling sick. I walked through the big house like a ghost. Alvin M. Bobbitt. Just thinking of his name and face hurt me. He wasn't just a stranger Michael hired. He was proof that my bad past was not gone. He was here just to scare me. I knew it.I couldn't let myself fall apart. I had to be perfect, quiet, and do exactly what I was told to survive. I started watching where the twins went. I watched the halls near my room. Every shadow looked like Alvin. Every sound scared me.The message finally came late on the second night. It was a single text from Michael’s secret phone: West Wing, midnight. You must cooperate.I got dressed slowly. I picked my most expensive, softest silk robe. It felt like I was dressing up for a punishment. I walked down the long halls to the west wing. The thick carpet made my steps silent. The air felt heavy. It smelled like leather and danger.When I went into the room, it was exactly what I feared. Michael was alre
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: Chapter 3: The Unthinkable PropositionFrieda’s POVMichael coming home was very hard. He arrived late at night, not through the front door, but the secret staff door in the back. He wasn't walking, but he wasn't completely broken either. He was sitting in a big, fancy electric wheelchair. He looked pale, exhausted, and very, very angry.The house felt heavy and crowded with him back in it. I spent the next day trying to look like a good, caring wife. Michael kept talking quietly and angrily into his phone, ordering people around. He was either totally silent or yelling with jealous rage. He watched me all the time, as if he thought I would run away the second he closed his eyes.It was good that there was now a big space between us. The idea that he could never touch me again was the only thing that kept me from going crazy. I felt almost light and free for a short time.But that feeling didn't last.The next afternoon, Michael told me to meet him in the library. The room was dark. It was full of tall shelves with books
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Doctor’s LieFrieda’s POVThe hospital smelled super strong of cleaning stuff, and something else a little sweet. Michael was staying in a very special section. It was just for rich, important people who wanted everything quiet. His room looked like a really expensive, empty jail cell.I showed up wearing my "sad wife" clothes. Everything was black and fit perfectly. I only wore my heavy, shiny platinum ring.I looked like I was heartbroken, but deep down, I felt a secret, crazy kind of happy. Every minute Michael was sick in bed was a minute I didn't have to be near him. This happy feeling was a big secret, and I was scared my true smile might show on my face.Claudia Hart was waiting for me. Since the crash, she had been acting like the boss of everything. She talked to the TV reporters and gave serious speeches to keep the company's money safe. Now, she was telling me what to do."Smile for the cameras, sweetie. A brave, little smile," she whispered. She quickly fixed my jacket as we walked. "B
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: Chapter 1: The Gilded CageFrieda’s POV"Harder, Michael, harder please."I hated saying those words. They felt dirty, but they were the secret code I had to use. They were the fastest way to get everything done. Michael C. Van Leer never needed me to tell him to be rough. He only knew how to take.He moved into me with the same hard, boring push that our marriage always had. He was breathing fast and hot. I could smell the expensive brandy he always drank.I kept my eyes focused on the white ceiling. I looked for one tiny mistake in the smooth plaster. I stared at that little crack, pretending my mind was millions of miles away. My body was here, held down by Michael's huge money and his belief that I belonged to him. But the real me, Frieda R. Enriquez, was nowhere to be found.It was always quick, just a business deal. No gentle touches, no kisses. Just cold need from him, and cold obedience from me. I was his prize. I was his perfectly quiet wife, and the second he finished, the heavy pressure was gone. H
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
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