All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elizabeth’s POVThe warm water cradled me like a silent, temporary peace. For once, I could breathe. The candlelight flickered faintly on the edge of the tub, and the faint scent of lavender clung to the steam curling up from the water.I sank deeper, closing my eyes.Just a moment. Just one moment without him.Without his voice, his hands, his control.But of course—it didn’t last.The door creaked.My eyes snapped open. The handle turned slowly, and before I could react, Liam stepped in.Naked.I gasped, clutching the edges of the tub. The bathwater sloshed gently around me as my eyes trailed up his bare chest, across the bandages on his side, and finally to his smirking face.“What the hell are you doing here?” My voice trembled, but I kept it steady enough not to show fear. Not yet.He leaned against the door frame like he hadn’t just crossed every boundary of privacy.“Well,” he drawled slowly, stepping in further, “since we’re a couple now, I figured… why not join my beautiful g

The sun poured gently through the tall glass windows, casting golden reflections across the indoor pool. The water sparkled as Liam swam, his movements smooth and calm. His arms sliced through the water like a machine, strong and graceful. He looked peaceful in the pool, far from the cold and controlling man she was used to. For the first time, he seemed… free.Elizabeth stood by the glass door, watching him without saying a word. Her fingers touched the cool metal as her eyes followed his body. He moved through the water with power, his wet hair slicked back, his chest rising and falling as he breathed between strokes. The sunlight touched his skin, making the water drops shine on his shoulders and arms. She watched him swim a few more laps, and for a moment, she forgot everything else.She smiled.There was something beautiful about seeing him like this. No mask. No cruel games. Just Liam.Then her eyes moved to the chair beside the pool, where he had placed several swimsuits the da

Liam’s POVThe warehouse air clung to me even after I’d left. Diesel, dust, dried blood—it all lingered in my nostrils as I sat behind the wheel, hands gripping the leather so hard it squeaked. Neon’s words echoed, like a song I couldn’t mute.“There shouldn’t be anything like love around us.”Love?No.This wasn’t love. What I felt for Elizabeth went beyond that. Love was soft. Love forgave. What I felt for her was carved into my bones—a madness, a possession, an addiction so deep I could tear the world open if she ever left me.And they wanted me to give that up?Not happening.I drove home like a ghost possessed. Streetlights bled into the windshield, shadows darting across my vision. I saw her in every one of them. Her face when she tried to stab me. Her panic. Her trembling. Her beautiful lips, twisted in fear.She was terrified of me.And that only made me want her more.I parked and stepped out, the metal door clanging shut behind me. The night was cold. Silent. But my house—ou

She ran.She really fucking ran.The echo of her footsteps slapped against the pavement, her breath ragged, her eyes wild. I screamed her name into the wind, my throat raw, but she didn’t stop. Didn’t even turn. She kept going like she was being chased by death itself. And maybe in her mind, she was.I was right behind her, feet pounding the ground, heart burning with fury and confusion. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing, but there she was — running away from me, again. Like I hadn’t saved her. Like I hadn’t done everything in my power to keep her safe.Then she hit someone.A man.He caught her like he was waiting. No stumble. No surprise. Just calm, practiced hands pulling her close. I saw her mouth move. She said something. Begged something. And he… nodded. He fucking nodded and led her into the car like this was all part of the plan.My pulse thundered in my ears as I reached the vehicle, slamming my fists against the window. “Elizabeth!” I roared, watching her through th

The air inside the darkened estate was still, heavy with the scent of aged wood and faint perfume. The windows were shuttered, cloaking the grand halls in an eerie silence. Deep beneath the structure, beyond the main rooms and hidden corridors, was a basement-level suite that no ordinary guest would ever find.Inside that locked chamber, Elizabeth sat unmoving, tied to a steel chair in the center of the room, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb that flickered every few seconds.Her face was pale. Her lips, dry and trembling. Dried tears crusted her lashes. She hadn’t spoken in hours.Because she was no longer afraid.She was numb.The door at the far end of the room creaked open, the heavy sound of boots thudding slowly against concrete. Not rushed. Not nervous. Each step deliberate—like a man approaching something he already owned.The masked man.He stepped forward out of the shadow. His tall frame covered in all black, from the turtleneck to his gloves. But the most haunting thing