All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elizabeth’s povThe second Liam’s door closed behind us with a soft click, I knew I was in trouble. Not the kind of trouble that came with yelling or violence—no, this was worse. It was the kind where your heart beats too loud, your breath catches, and you’re not entirely sure if you want to run or melt into the floor.He carried me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing at all. His eyes never left mine, dark and glinting with something dangerous—something amused.He dropped me gently onto the bed, but the mattress barely dipped before he hovered over me, arms caging me in. “You really thought that would stop me?” he asked, voice low, almost amused.My throat tightened. “I didn’t—”“You didn’t?” He mocked my words, head tilting slightly. “Then what was that, hmm?” He brushed his thumb across my lips, the same ones I’d dared to press against his not long ago in a desperate attempt to stop him from going after Nathan. “You kissed me, Elizabeth. You kissed me to distract me… or maybe somet

Rain poured outside like the sky itself was grieving. A low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance as Elizabeth lay curled under the sheets, her cheek pressed against the soft pillow. She wasn’t truly asleep. Not deeply. Her thoughts wouldn’t let her.Nathan’s voice kept echoing in her head.“You were nothing without me.”“No man wants a broken woman.”“I kicked you out like trash, and you stayed gone. That’s what you were—garbage.”Each sentence twisted like a blade in her stomach, reigniting old pain she thought had dulled. Her heart ached, her chest rising and falling too quickly, until exhaustion threatened to knock her out for real.Then—Click.The soft sound of the bedroom door opening cut through her thoughts like lightning.Her eyes snapped open.The room was dim, lit only by the gray-blue tint of moonlight spilling in through the curtains. Her gaze moved toward the door—and froze.There he was.Liam.Soaked.Drenched.His white shirt clung to his body, translucent from rai

The rain had finally stopped. Golden morning light bled through the wide, arched windows of the mansion, warming the cold marble beneath her feet. The silence was thick—almost unnatural. Liam wasn’t around, or at least, she couldn’t feel his presence shadowing her every move the way he usually did. It was strange… unsettling.She walked slowly, the hem of her silk robe brushing against her calves, hair tied up in a messy bun. Her mind kept replaying the images from last night—Liam, standing over her soaked in blood, that dangerous smile twisting his lips. Where did he go after that? Did he do something he’ll make me regret knowing? She hated that she couldn’t answer that.As she turned a corner, her feet froze on instinct.That door.The one Liam had warned her never to touch.The one that called to her every time she walked past it.Her breath hitched as her fingers twitched. She remembered the last time she’d tried to open it—how quickly Liam had appeared, how furious his voice had

Elizabeth’s POV – I stood frozen, staring out the window like I was seeing a ghost.Nathan.He looked… exactly the same. That smug face, the overconfident posture, the same lazy smirk that used to make my blood boil. My stomach twisted. I wasn’t prepared for this. Not here. Not now. Not ever.How did he even find me?The doorbell rang sharply, slicing through the silence of the house like a blade. I flinched.I turned around and saw Liam approaching the hallway. My heart almost stopped.If Liam saw him—if he even suspected—it was over for Nathan. And possibly for me.“Did the doorbell just ring?” Liam asked, his voice casual but laced with suspicion.“No!” I said too quickly, the word squeaking from my throat. I could feel the panic rising like bile.Then the bell rang again.DING-DONG.You idiot, I thought. You’re going to get yourself killed.I moved fast, faster than I ever had since I’d been here. I opened the door just wide enough to slip through and shut it quietly behind me.N

I stood there, staring down at him — this man who just seconds ago had looked so broken, so vulnerable, sobbing at my feet like the weight of the world had finally crushed him.My hands trembled as I reached out, slowly, almost cautiously, brushing my fingers against his damp cheek. I didn’t know why I did it. Pity? Hope? Maybe some delusional part of me thought he was changing — cracking open just enough for light to seep in.“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I whispered, unsure if I was lying or not.His eyes fluttered shut for a moment under my touch. He looked peaceful, almost… human.And then, he reached for my hand.At first, it was gentle — fingers intertwining with mine. But then his grip tightened. Not painfully, but firm. Too firm. The softness was gone before I could even blink.“Come here,” he murmured, tugging me down.“Liam—”I barely got his name out before he pulled me lower, forcing me to kneel in front of him. His knees were spread, my body between them, completely trappe