All Chapters of CAGED BY HIM: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ivory's POVClara stood in front of me, appearing fine, but yesterday she was shot, and I saw blood trickling from her head. "Welcome, Sera," the boss said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Great job, girl," he added. "Thanks, bro," she replied casually.I was confused. "Sera? Brother?" "Clara," I whispered, disbelief washing over me. Clara, busy chatting with the boss, turned and walked toward me. She leaned in close. "Hi, Ivory. It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear friend," she said, her grin sharp as a knife."Clara?" I stammered, still in shock."Oh, my bad. I never introduced myself. I'm Seraphina Alvris, and that's my stepbrother," she said, pointing back to the boss, whose grin only widened. "Ivory, it's sad," she continued, her tone darkening. "I have to cut short the joyful memories in your life." My heart raced. "What, Clara?" I gasped, tears began to roll down my cheeks."It's unfortunate for you that your life is tangled with Tristan," she said. Sh

Tristan’s POV Blood seeped from my side where the bullet had hit me. Anger boiled inside me as I felt like an idiot. I really hate myself for growing this weak and helpless. And then there was Ivory. Her face, swollen and pale, looked utterly terrified. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and my inability to do anything about it fueled more rage at myself. I despised myself for dragging her into this mess. I knew Scorpio would hurt her. As I watched him aim his gun at her, my chest tightened. The thought of him pulling the trigger was unbearable. A hot tear slipped down my face. Just then, a loud gunshot echoed in the room. To my shock, Scorpio collapsed to the ground. The room erupted in chaos. Gunfire filled the air as the Russian men fell one by one.Petrov quickly aimed at me. Just then, a shot rang out. Someone shot him before he could fire, hitting his hand. The gun clattered to the floor as blood pooled around his hand. One of my guys seized him. Liam and my crew stormed in, guns

Tristan's POVMy head pounded like a drum, and my body felt heavy, aching all over. I felt the weight of my form pressing into the bed, I blinked my eyes open and took in my surroundings—a hospital room. Confusion washed over me. The last thing I remembered was driving my car. How did I end up here?I attempted to sit up, but a sharp throb in my head made me wince. "Ouch," I muttered. "Tristan, you're awake!" My mother's voice cut through the haze, as she rushed to my side, her worried face a mix of relief and exhaustion. I noticed my family gathered around, their expressions filled with concern."Tristan, you stupid boy! Do you want to give me a heart attack?" Mom pulled me into a tight hug. Her face showed the toll of worry, swollen from crying. "Mom," I whispered softly. "You really scared me," she said, her voice trembling. "I was terrified when Elijah called to say you'd been in an accident.""Accident?" I whispered, the memory slowly resurfacing, piecing together the memory of

Ivory's POVMy head throbbed, pain coursing through every inch of my body. I forced my heavy eyelids open, "Ahh" I let out a cry as a sharp pain sliced through me. "Ivory, you're awake!" Tristan exclaimed, his eyes filled with hope. Tears began to well up, threatening to spill over. I tried to sit up, but my body protested."Let me help you," he said, reaching out. I flinched, pulling away from his touch, more tears streaming down my cheek. "Ivory, what's wrong?" He asked, concern etched on his face. He attempted to touch me again, but I recoiled, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks."Get the doctor, now!" Tristan shouted at Isaac, who was about to walk in with Tristan's family. I saw Stella approaching, her face etched with sadness. "I'm so sorry about everything, my love," she said, her face clouded with concern. She reached for me, but I flinched again."What's wrong?" she asked, eyes wide with worry. She turned to Tristan, who mirrored her shock at my reaction.A moment la

Tristan's POV"Ivory, I'm so happy, you're finally leaving the hospital," my mom said, her voice bright as she continued packing Ivory's things into a bag. We stood in the hospital room, preparing to leave."Are you done?" I asked."Yes," she replied eagerly, handing me a bag filled with Ivory's belongings. I took it, and we started walking out of the room. I led the way, with my mom gently supporting Ivory behind me as we made our way to the car.At the car, I opened the door and watched as my mom carefully helped Ivory settle into her seat. "Ivory, my dear," she said, wrapping her arms around her in a warm hug. They shared a moment before my mom pulled back, a smile on her face. "I'll come check on you soon," Ivory responded with a weak but sincere smile.After my mom closed the door, she turned to me. "I'm so glad Ivory is finally going home," she said, hugging me tightly."Me too, Mom," I replied, feeling a mix of relief and excitement.She released me, her expression shifting to