บททั้งหมดของ CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Elizabeth’s POVI took the bag from Liam’s hands slowly, my fingers brushing against the paper as if it might explode on contact. He stood over me, watching like a hawk, his smile twitching at the corners. That smile was always the same—too wide, too pleased, too wrong. Like he was living in some twisted fantasy where we were a real couple, and tonight was just a normal night out.I peeked into the bag.A black dress. Sleek, expensive-looking. Thin straps, low neckline, and a slit that cut dangerously high up the thigh. It looked like something you’d wear to a gala—or to seduce someone. Definitely not something I would pick.My throat tightened.Liam knelt in front of me, eyes glued to my expression. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice almost boyish.I didn’t answer. I just stared at the dress like it might answer for me.“I thought it would hug your body just right,” he went on, his tone dreamy now. “Something elegant. Something that shows you belong to me.”There it was again. Tha

Elizabeth’s POVI was thinking about the man who wanted to help me—Ezra.His voice kept echoing in my head from the night of the party. He’d pulled me aside when Liam wasn’t looking, concern written all over his face. “If you ever get a chance to run, text me. I’ll help you. I know what he is.” At the time, I’d been too afraid to believe him. But tonight… I had nothing left to lose.I slipped into the guest room and quietly reached for the small burner phone I’d hidden beneath the bed frame—the only thing I managed to snatch the day we left the mansion for Liam’s so-called “party.” The minute my fingers touched it, I pulled it out with shaky hands and texted Ezra the one message I had rehearsed in my mind a thousand times.Me: “It’s me. I’m ready to leave. Where do I meet you?”Seconds passed like hours before the screen lit up.Ezra: “49 Glenhill Street. Old warehouse. It’s safe. Come alone. Now.”I bolted to the door of the bedroom and peeked down the hallway. Liam was downstairs, l

Liam’s POVShe lay beneath me, wrists cuffed to the cold iron of the headboard, chest rising and falling with frantic breaths. Her hair was a mess across the pillow, eyes red from crying, lips parted in disbelief.And she looked beautiful.Terrified.But beautiful.I leaned over her, pressing one hand gently against her cheek. She tried to jerk away, but the cuffs reminded her—she wasn’t going anywhere.“Now,” I whispered, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip, “you’re finally going to listen.”She closed her eyes tightly, as if that would make me disappear.I chuckled.“Oh no, darling… you don’t get to hide from me anymore. You’re mine now. All of you.”I trailed my hand down her neck slowly, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips. I could feel her hate… her fear… but beneath it all, there was something else. Something she didn’t even want to admit.“You can call me insane all you want. Say I’m obsessed. Possessive. Dangerous. And maybe I am.”My hand reached her waist, holdi

Elizabeth’s POVThe dress was waiting for me the moment I stepped into the bedroom.Red. Silk. Spilling across the bed like blood.It was the kind of dress someone might wear to a gala… or to their own execution.I stood there for a long moment, just staring at it. The fabric shimmered under the soft light filtering through the curtains. Liam had good taste—of course he did. He liked control. Presentation. Perfection. Even when it came to dressing the woman he’d kidnapped.I walked over slowly, touching the smooth material. It felt cool beneath my fingers. Expensive. Deliberate.Everything he gave me was chosen with intention.Everything was a message.You belong to me.I looked away quickly and headed to the mirror, the one I had avoided since the first night. My reflection startled me.There were faint bruises around my wrists. My lips were dry. My eyes looked… older somehow. Not from age, but from everything that had been taken from me in such a short time.I didn’t look like Eliza

Elizabeth’s POVI woke up with my head pounding, the ache sitting heavy behind my eyes. My limbs felt weak, like they weren’t mine. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was—until I saw him.Liam.He stood in front of me, like a statue pulled straight from my nightmares. Only this one moved.“You…” I muttered, my voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Too weak to scream. Too broken to run.Without warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine—a soft kiss, so gentle it made my skin crawl.“My darling,” he breathed, like I was the one he loved and not the one he kept. “You’re awake.”He turned briefly, lifting a tray from the nearby dresser and bringing it over to the bed. It was filled with food—eggs, toast, mango slices, and a tall glass of juice. Like breakfast in bed after a dream date. Like this was all normal.But nothing was normal.Not with Liam.I stared at him, my chest tightening as the memories came flooding back.The knife.The way he looked at me.The sound of flesh