All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night air was heavy with smoke and the faint scent of iron — the kind of smell that stuck to your lungs and clung to your skin no matter how far you ran. Elizabeth stood frozen, her breath ragged, her chest rising and falling as she tried to make sense of the chaos. One minute, she had been arguing with Liam on the side of a deserted road, screaming at him for ruining her life. The next, headlights had cut through the darkness, and shadows had spilled out like predators from a cage.Now she was surrounded.The boss stepped forward from the group, his footsteps slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. His sharp eyes scanned Liam first, then moved lazily to Elizabeth. A thin smile curved his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“So this,” the boss said, tilting his head toward Elizabeth, “is the person you’re willing to ruin the relationship we have for?”Elizabeth’s head snapped toward Liam, her pulse roaring in her ears. Relationship? With him? The words fel

Liam’s povThe quiet was the kind that didn’t feel peaceful—it gnawed at you, pressed against your skull, and reminded you that no one was coming. I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at nothing. The TV was on mute, flickering images I wasn’t watching. My gun sat on the coffee table, glinting under the weak light like it knew I’d need it again soon.My phone buzzed on the armrest. Ryan. I didn’t bother picking it up. Whatever he wanted, it could wait. I had no patience for small talk or the fake camaraderie we all pretended to have.A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again—this time Neon’s name lit the screen. I let it ring out. He called again. And again.I snatched the phone and pressed it to my ear.“What do you want?” I barked, my voice sharper than I intended.“Well, good evening to you too, sunshine,” Neon’s voice oozed amusement. “Heard you made the most kills last night. The boys are impressed. I say that calls for a hangout party. Drinks, girls, musi

The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the streets damp and shining under the early morning light. Liam stood across the street from the small corner bakery, his body still, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of a black face cap. A pair of dark sunglasses hid the raw hunger in his eyes.He had been there for thirty minutes, leaning casually against a lamppost, watching the front door like a predator in tall grass.And then—there she was.Sophia stepped outside, wearing a pale cream apron dusted with flour. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, stray strands brushing her cheeks as she exhaled into the cold air. In her hands was a paper bag, the top folded neatly. She walked over to the green dumpster beside the shop, dropped the bag inside without a glance, and turned to go back in.It was nothing unusual—just a worker tossing out scraps—but Liam’s eyes narrowed like she’d just given away a piece of herself.The moment the door swung shut behind her, he adjusted his cap, cros

Sophia’s hands were dusted with flour, the scent of warm bread and cinnamon clinging to her clothes. The late-afternoon sun spilled through the bakery window, casting golden stripes across the counter.She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and glanced at the clock. 6:10 p.m. She was already late. Her shift should have ended half an hour ago, but Samantha’s replacement hadn’t shown up on time.“Alright, I’m heading out,” Sophia said, untying her apron.Samantha looked up from boxing a cake. “Don’t forget your bag! And hey—tomorrow I’m bringing those cookies you like.”Sophia managed a smile. “Bye, Samantha. Lock up well.”The bell above the bakery door chimed as she stepped out, the evening breeze brushing against her face. She quickened her pace, weaving past commuters and street vendors, her mind fixed on her son’s little face.By the time she reached the school gates, her breathing was uneven—not from the distance, but from the gnawing anxiety that had been sitting in her che

The sun was warm, the sky clear—one of those deceptively peaceful mornings that made Sophia almost forget how much she hated crowds. She had errands to run, a short list folded neatly in her bag, and her mind was on nothing more dangerous than which café she’d grab coffee from afterward.She was halfway across the street when a black sedan rolled to a sudden stop in front of her.The tinted driver’s window slid down just enough for her to see him.Her heart stopped.No.“You,” she breathed, but her voice broke into a scream. “You!”Before she could step back, Liam was already out of the car. His movements were too fast, too controlled—like he’d been planning this for years.“No—” she tried to turn, but his hand closed around her arm, and the ground seemed to tilt under her.“Liam—stop!”He didn’t.In one motion, he yanked the passenger door open and shoved her inside. She landed hard against the seat, breath knocked out of her. Before she could scramble out the other side, the locks c