All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rain was falling heavily.It hit the windows like angry fingers, wild and unrelenting, drowning the world in gray. The sky outside was a furious, endless stretch of storm clouds, and the thunder cracked like it was breaking the earth open.Elizabeth stood by the window, staring blankly into the dark, her arms wrapped around herself. The cold from the glass seeped into her skin, but she didn’t move. Her mind was somewhere else—miles and years away.Nathan.His name came with a wave of confusion and emotion she wasn’t prepared for. She hadn’t thought of him in months—no, years, not really. Not in that real way. But now, after everything, after him showing up again like some ghost from a past she thought was buried, the memories came crashing in whether she wanted them or not.She closed her eyes.She could see Nathan’s smile, hear his laugh. Remember how he used to look at her like she was the only person that mattered. And how she used to believe him. God, she had believed in him so mu

Liam was deeply sick, his body trembling uncontrollably as he lay curled on the bed, drenched in sweat and shivering under the thick blankets. His skin was clammy, his breathing ragged. The storm had passed, but inside the house, the air was heavy with silence and unease.Elizabeth opened the door and stood in the doorway, arms crossed. Her eyes swept over his weakened form. He looked like a ghost of himself—pale, broken, barely able to move.She groaned and rolled her eyes.Without saying a word, she turned and walked out, letting the door swing closed behind her.Downstairs, the quiet of the living room welcomed her like an old friend. Her eyes landed on the front door. The handle gleamed under the soft morning light filtering in through the curtains.She stopped.“I should leave right now,” she muttered, pacing slowly toward it. “He’s sick. Weak. He can’t stop me.”Her heart beat faster. This was her moment. A moment she’d dreamed of too many nights—when his temper flared, when he

The morning sun glazed the road in warm gold as Liam drove through the quiet streets. His hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, his body relaxed against the seat for the first time in what felt like days. A rare thing—peace.And yet…His thoughts weren’t on the road.They were on her.Elizabeth.He smirked faintly, glancing out of the windshield as if her face might appear in the clouds. He could still picture the way she had rolled her eyes at him over breakfast, the way her voice dropped when she whispered about her old apartment. Even when she was mad, even when she flinched away from him—she stayed.And that bracelet…He wondered if she was still wearing it.If she stared at it the way he hoped she would.If she finally understood she was his.That thought made him smile to himself.He didn’t even realize how fast he was going.The engine hummed steadily, the road stretching ahead like a promise—until—SCREEECH.“What the—?”A motorcycle came out of nowhere, swerving across t

Elizabeth’s POVThe house was too quiet. That kind of silence that makes you feel like you’re standing inside a coffin.I had been pacing my room for hours, the weight of what I’d discovered earlier pressing down on me like a stone. Liam’s ledger was still fresh in my mind—the pages of cold, methodical plans for my death. Not just one plan. Several.I’d read every detail. The drink he’d almost poisoned the first night. The bullet I was supposed to take in my sleep. The sketches of my body with red circles around organs like they were items on a shopping list.And the worst part? It wasn’t just him. There was a whole operation behind it. A network of people who saw me as inventory.It was no longer a question of if. It was when.Escape now was impossible. The walls had ears, the doors had locks on the wrong side, and Liam was… Liam. I couldn’t outrun him even if I had a head start. If I wanted to live, I had to be careful. Patient. Clever.That night, I heard the front door slam.I fro

Elizabeth’s povThe engines roared behind us, drowning out my pulse. Headlights blasted across the road, washing the night in harsh white light.I turned my head slowly. Shapes emerged from the glare—men stepping out of dark SUVs, their boots crunching gravel in unison. They moved with the precision of people who knew exactly what they were here for.And then I saw him.Neon.He stood out even in the shadows—blond hair catching the light, a smirk curling his lips. His hands were loose at his sides, but I could see the gun tucked in his waistband.“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying in the cold night air. “Looks like I’m doing the job you couldn’t finish, Liam.”The words hit me like ice water. I froze, my mind trying to wrap around them.Job. Couldn’t finish.Liam stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the men, his own gun raised and steady. “You shouldn’t be here, Neon.”Neon chuckled, taking a slow step forward. “Funny, I could say the same about you. You’re supposed t