CAGED BY HIM

Tristan povInside Le Clair de Lune,my irritation simmered as I sat alone in the dimly light corner of the restaurant . The soft glow of the chandeliers flickered above , casting shadows on the marble floor . The irritation bubbled up. Ever since I stepped through the door, I noticed the waitresses had been stealing glances my way. Didn't they have better things to do?They tried to catch my eye, but one look from my cold stare, my face like a stone—sent them scurrying , fear flickered in their eyes. Just what I wanted.As a mafia leader, and I've been trained to show no mercy, ruthless and cold . I knew how to command respect. I had no room for softness. Emotion? That was a foreign concept, one I had long buried beneath layers of ice . For me Women? I see them as nothing more than objects for my pleasure, easily discarded when no longer needed . I've never bothered with emotional connections , as they were a distraction I couldn't afford . It's all physical for me. Love held no app

Ivory's povI slowly opened my eyes, greeted by a sharp, throbbing pain in my head. Confusion washed over me. Where was I? This wasn't my room. It looked far too exquisite. Panic crept in as I tried to piece together memories of the previous night. My head ached harder, and dread started to settle in.I screamed for help. Minutes stretched to hours, and my throat felt raw—my voice barely a whisper. I collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks. Just when despair threatened to consume me, I heard footsteps echoing in the hallway.A man stepped in. He had a cold face and an aura that screamed danger. My heart raced as he drew closer, his icy eyes locked onto mine. I instinctively moved back, dread clawing at me."Please don't kill me," I whimpered, my voice trembling with fear "I'm sorry if I offended you. Please, forgive me." I kept repeating it, desperate for mercy, my voice trembling through tears.He stared at me, his face as cold as ice, utterly expressionless. Just

I sank into the car seat, my heart racing and nerves tingling . The man beside me? Cold and distant, each expression sends shivers down my spine. He drove silently, his face like stone. I had no idea where we were headed. Asking him felt too risky ; his frightening presence kept me silent.Inside, thoughts raced through my mind. Part of me felt a flicker of relief. I wouldn’t have to return to that terrifying room. But the other part quivered in fear at the thought of this heartless man next to me. What would life be like with this heartless man?I knew it wouldn’t be easy, it would be pure misery. Why was this my fate? Was I just meant to suffer?Why does Life seemed to be a series of punishments to me . Why did it seem like my existence was just filled with pain? First, It was my father, and now I am trapped in a marriage to a man who seemed ready to punish me for reasons I didn't understand . The weight of my situation pressed heavily on my chest. Why was suffering my only companio

Tristan povI slumped into the couch, my eyes glued to the glowing laptop screen. For weeks now, I’ve been on edge, seriously pissed, and simmering with frustration. My Mom, Ivory, those Russians — everyone seemed to be pushing my buttons lately.My mind flashed back to that night I walked out of my office and found Ivory asleep at the dining table. My blood boiled, what the hell was she sleeping here? So reckless and stupid. But as I got closer, the image I saw crushed me — the tiny girl, trembling, drenched in sweat, whispering desperate pleas in her sleep, tears streaking down her face. Anger twisted inside me, All I wanted at that moment was to find whoever did this to her. Break them into little pieces. And then, at myself, for leaving her alone in that room, vulnerable. A wave of something akin to…pity, washed over me. For a moment, I wanted to reach out, to pull her close and promise everything would be okay. But why should I feel sorry for her? I’m only using her, and when I

Ivory's povA flicker of hope ignited within me the moment my eyes jolted awake, my heart racing, as I turned quickly, checking the empty space beside me. He was gone. Tristan. A long, shuddering breath escaped my lips. Today was the day, I'd be free from this cold hearted ruthless Tristan. Free from a life I never asked for, a marriage I couldn't bear. I knew I hadn't lived a happy life, I had lived in shadows for long. After I escaped, I'd find happiness, Even if it was just a tiny bit. I pushed myself up. My legs felt shaky but ready. I took A quick bath, and I dressed up. Hours crawled by, as I sank onto the couch. My whole body felt like a live wire, my body buzzing with anxiety. My Palms were drenched with sweat. What if this all goes wrong? What if the guards out there see right through me?I ran through my plan again, thinking of a Another way out? "No." I mumbled to myself. This was it, The only shot. I had to make it work. I'd spent weeks here, checking every nook and cr