All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The silence in Liam’s private suite was more deafening than any scream.He stood motionless in front of the wide monitor, eyes locked on the flashing red alert that now pulsed across the top right corner of the screen:“Primary Tracker: Offline. Signal Disconnected.”For an entire minute, he didn’t move. Didn’t blink.Then slowly—calmly—he inhaled through his nose and whispered to himself.“So… they found the one in her neck.”There was no panic. No yelling. Just a slow, simmering shift in his eyes—a storm swirling beneath cold, calculated silence. He walked over to the console, fingers hovering above the panel, and entered the override code for his deeper GPS access. His backup plan.The screen flickered.Then—beep.Tracker #2: ACTIVE. Location pinged.Tracker #3: ACTIVE. Biometric readings stable.A smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.“You really thought one chip would be enough, didn’t you, my love?” he murmured. “Oh, Elizabeth. You still don’t understand me at all.”He walk

Liam’s povThe moment the second tracker blinked alive, I knew she was close.They thought they could rip out the one I placed in her neck and I’d be blind?Idiots.They didn’t know me at all.There were three others. Hidden. Beneath her skin. One between her thighs. One under her rib. And one—my favorite—resting softly beneath her left breast. Only I knew the patterns of her body well enough to place them. Only I was close enough to get that intimate.It lit up the screen like a pulse.They moved her.A new building, on the outskirts of the city. Hidden beneath the cloak of silence and wealth. An old estate converted into some underground fortress, with guards who didn’t speak and doors that locked from the outside.She was inside.And they were going to pay for every second she was there.I drove without blinking, without breathing. The rage in me wasn’t loud—it was cold. Controlled. I didn’t scream. I didn’t growl. I didn’t slam my fist into the wheel like in the movies.I just dro

Liam’s povThe sound of my fists slamming into the heavy bag echoed off the stone walls of the training room—my own private gym hidden beneath the west wing of the estate. It wasn’t polished like the rest of the house. No sleek decor, no refined edges. Just iron bars, leather punching bags, and grit.Exactly what I needed.Each blow landed harder than the last, sweat soaking through my shirt and dripping from my jaw. I kept seeing their faces. The men who touched her. Who hurt her. Every time I blinked, I saw the ropes cutting into her wrists, the blood drying on her skin, her eyes wide with fear. Every punch I threw was aimed at a ghost I hadn’t been able to kill.They should’ve suffered more.My knuckles were already bruised, but I didn’t stop. Pain was a friend. Pain made sense. Unlike her. Unlike the way she looked at me last night, as if unsure whether she hated me more for saving her or caging her again. She was right to be confused.I was too.She tried to run. And yet, she nev

Elizabeth POV I was mixing the cake batter, mindlessly stirring in circles as the rich scent of cocoa filled the air. My arms were dusted with flour, and for once, the kitchen felt like a safe space. Quiet. Warm. Ordinary.Until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.I froze, instantly recognizing the scent—dark cedarwood and something inherently male. Liam. His presence was magnetic, overwhelming. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the side of my neck as he inhaled deeply, and I felt goosebumps erupt along my skin.“What are you doing?” he murmured, his voice rough and lazy, like velvet laced with danger.I swallowed, keeping my eyes locked on the bowl in front of me. “Making cake, as you can see.”His nose traced the curve of my neck before his tongue flicked out, licking my skin. I shivered, trying not to let my body react to the heat that spiked through me.“Why?” he asked, like it was a strange concept that I could just… bake. “You should’ve told me you wanted cake

Elizabeth’s mouth opened as she saw the man groaning, blood dripping from his forehead where Liam had slammed him face-first into the table. She was frozen in place, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. The fair was still buzzing around them—children laughed in the background, couples strolled hand in hand, and music played cheerfully from nearby rides—but here, at this game booth, reality had snapped in two.“You bastard think you can scam me?” Liam growled, grabbing the man by his shirt collar. “How dare you?”He raised his hand again, clearly intending to hit the man a second time, but Elizabeth acted on instinct. Her hand flew up and caught his wrist mid-air.“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice a mixture of shock and disbelief. “You’re going to kill him!”Liam turned his head slowly to her, eyes dark, breath heavy. For a second, she didn’t recognize him—the charming psychopath she was being forced to live with. Then something shifted. A glint of