All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELIZABETH’S POV"I said, who the hell are you?" he repeated, taking a step closer to me. I turned around to unlock the door, but then I heard the men's voices right outside. Oh my goodness, what do I do now?I turned around to see the shirtless man standing in front of me, making me flinch as I hit my body against the door. "Why are you in my room?" he asked in a gentle voice, his hand reaching for my face to caress it."Uhm...I," I stuttered, trying to speak, but he stopped me with his finger on my lips. "Shh, I don't want to hear you speak," he said rudely, his hot breath hitting my face. I could smell the strong alcohol on his breath; he must be heavily drunk. I need to get out of here.I turned my face away, pushing him off me, and he fell to the ground. "Don't touch me!" I yelled, making him chuckle."Feisty, I see," he said, rising from the ground, his words sending a wave of panic through me. I swiftly turned to unlock the door, flinging it wide open before making a dash for fr

Pain exploded in Elizabeth’s head like a wildfire ripping through dry brush. Consciousness crept back slowly, dragging with it a haze of confusion and terror. Her limbs were heavy, sluggish, as if they belonged to someone else. Her throat burned with thirst. Before she could fully comprehend her surroundings, a sharp sting landed across her cheek.Someone had slapped her.Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh glare of fluorescent lights. The world around her was strange and sterile — a cold room filled with movement and shadows. Several women surrounded her, unfamiliar and expressionless, pulling at her limbs, forcing her into some form of tight, lacy garment that barely covered her trembling frame.“Wha—what is this?” she rasped, her voice hoarse and raw. Her arms moved weakly, trying to push them away, but the women ignored her. Panic began to churn in her gut.She looked down. The clothing they’d shoved her into was obscene — sheer lace and straps that exposed far too

Elizabeth’s POVI was sleeping, completely exhausted, when suddenly, a splash of cold water hit me hard, soaking me from head to toe.My eyes flew open in shock. I sat up quickly, gasping as the coldness spread through my body. Standing in front of me was a man with a smirk on his face, holding an empty bucket.“What the heck?!” I shouted, my voice sharp with anger. “Why would you pour water on me?”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he raised his voice, matching mine. “Will you get up from the bed already? Do you think this is some kind of vacation?”With that, he threw the bucket aside carelessly, and it clattered across the floor.“What do you mean?” I asked, confused and irritated. But then I paused and looked around.This wasn’t my home.The walls were unfamiliar, the air was cold, and nothing felt safe. My heart dropped as everything came crashing back into my mind—my divorce, the auction, me running away, trying to escape… and then getting caught.I remembered now—I had been captured b

Elizabeth’s POVI was frozen in place.The sight of Liam—shirt soaked in blood, standing in the hallway like something straight out of a nightmare—left me breathless. My heart dropped to my stomach, and when our eyes met, I gasped.He saw me.Oh no.I swallowed hard, trying to move, trying to back away, but my legs wouldn’t listen. It was like they were glued to the floor.“Hey, darling… what are you doing there?” he said softly, his voice coated in sweetness—but his smile? It was twisted. Sinister. Like something dark was bubbling just beneath the surface.He looked… evil. I couldn’t explain it, but the air around him felt heavy. Wrong.He started walking toward me.“Don’t… don’t come close. Stay there!” I stammered, my voice trembling and breaking no matter how hard I tried to hold it together.He didn’t stop.He kept coming closer—slow, steady, calm.That’s when I turned and bolted.I ran, my heart slamming hard against my ribs. My bare feet hit the cold floor as I raced down the h

Elizabeth’s POVMy head was pounding—like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. I groaned, clutching the sides of my head as I slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight pouring in through the curtains stung, making it hard to focus.“Ouch,” I whispered, squinting against the brightness.Then a shadow blocked the light, casting a dark silhouette over me.I blinked, trying to make out the figure.And then I saw him.Liam.He was standing beside the bed, staring down at me with a soft smile on his face like he was watching someone he loved deeply—not someone he’d abducted and assaulted the night before.I flinched instinctively, my body pulling back before I remembered—there’s nowhere to run. Not here. Not from him.Everything from last night hit me at once. His kiss. His twisted declarations. His body pinning me down.I was still in hell.“Good morning, princess,” he said cheerfully, like we were waking up in a honeymoon suite.His voice was warm. Playful, even. But all I saw was a demon we