บททั้งหมดของ CAGED BY HIM: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Tristan's POVI woke up feeling groggy, the light from the window peeking through the curtains. Glancing over to, I saw Ivory still fast asleep. I had promised her I'd be home early, but plans changed.Elijah had texted me on our way back from the yacht cruise. He had discovered a lead on the arsonists who had set fire to the main house, and they were also involved in the attack on Ivory. So, last night turned into a mission to track them down, take down their crew, secure their men, and bring them to the basement. That's why I couldn't make it home in time.As I considered how to make it up to her, I grabbed my phone and texted Ashley, "Can you take Ivory out today?" Almost immediately, she replied, "Yes, sure!" with a happy emoji. I put my phone down, got up from the bed, and headed to the bathroom.After freshening up, I moved to the closet. I slipped into my office attire and adjusted my belt as I walked into the room. That's when I noticed the surprise on Ivory's face."G-good mo

Ivory's POV"Okay, I'm on my way now," Tristan's voice floated in from the closet. He stepped into the room and greeted me with a casual, "Good morning." When he saw I was awake. That was unusual for him; he rarely offered a greeting. Maybe he was in a good mood today. I replied, "Good morning," and silence hung in the air. He turned his attention to the mirror, adjusting his hair.I sat on the bed, wrestling with my thoughts.. Should I ask him? Finally, I took a breath."Tristan," I called, my voice trembling with anxiety. "Can I go out with Stella?"He turned swiftly, his cold blue eyes boring into me, and I felt the chill in his gaze. Instantly, I regretted asking. "Who's Stella?" he demanded sharply."The girl I was talking to on the phone the other night. I explained, quickly adding. It's okay if I can't go. I'm sorry for asking," I said, my voice dropping, tinged with sadness. He returned to the mirror, and silence wrapped around us again. I should have known he wouldn't let me

Tristan's POVI couldn't shake this odd urge; I felt an overwhelming eagerness to get home. It was a strange pull I couldn't explain. I parked the car in the garage and hurried inside. As soon as I stepped through the door, I heard loud chatter coming from the kitchen. Anger bubbled up inside me. Maids should focus on their work, not lounge around the house gossiping.But then I heard it. Soft giggles. That sound could only belong to one person. My feet moved toward the kitchen, drawn in despite my irritation. Inside, I found Ivory cooking while Clara sat on a stool, chatting away. The laughter between them made my blood boil. Hadn't I made it clear that Ivory should stay out of the kitchen? Was this why she insisted I hire Clara?I stood there watching them, my fists clenched, my anger flaring.. Clara was the first to notice me. She jumped up from the stool, her voice shaky, "Welcome, Sir Tristan." She rushed over to Ivory, trying to take over her task. When Ivory heard my name, she

Ivory’s POVWhen I woke up, my whole body ached, a dull, heavy feeling settling deep inside me. I glanced beside me and Tristan wasn't there. My chest tightened, and a sharp pang hit me. I felt sad and disappointed. Why would I ever think he would ever care about me? I was just a game to him. When he's done, he'll toss me aside. After everything he had done to me, he still had the nerve to call me names and insult me. He'd always remain the cruel guy who loves to prey on others' vulnerability, and I'd always remain his desperate prey. I hated myself for giving myself up despite knowing what he'd done, and knowing this was just a game to him. I wish I could go back in time to change that day, that night. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I quickly wiped them off. Not today. Not again.I stood up to head to the bathroom when I heard a knock at the door. I walked over and a guard stood there with Stella beside him, grinning widely at me. I just stared at her in shock, as if I'd just seen a g

Ivory’s POVMy head pounded, and my whole body ached as if I had run a marathon and then been hit by a truck. Getting up from bed felt impossible. I was just so weak.Glancing beside me, Tristan wasn't in the room. Clara still hadn't returned back to the house yet. A wave of loneliness washed over me and my eyes started to sting with tears. Who could I even call?After a moment, my phone buzzed loudly right next to me. I hoped it was Tristan. I reached for it, slowly.My heart sank a bit when I saw it was Stella.I weakly picked it up. Her loud, energetic voice boomed through the phone. "Babes!" she chirped, sounding super happy."S-S-Stella," I croaked. My voice was barely there.She immediately noticed my tone. "Is everything okay? Are you fine?" she asked, her voice softening now."No. Please, can you come?" I managed, my voice completely drained."Yes. I will be there now," she said. The call ended. A huge wave of relief washed over me. Someone was coming.Hours dragged on, and I