CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, her fingers clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. She wanted to scream, to claw her way out of this place, but the weight of Liam’s words pressed on her like lead.Dead.He said Leon was dead.It couldn’t be true. It wouldn’t be true. Liam thrived on cruelty—she knew that even without remembering everything. He lied, twisted, manipulated. He wanted her to break, to fall to her knees, to give him the reaction that fed him.But what if he wasn’t lying?Her stomach turned, bile burning the back of her throat.Liam didn’t rush her. He stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other brushing along the carved post of the bedframe, his eyes fixed on her. A man at ease in his own darkness.“You’re shaking,” he murmured finally. His voice was calm, too calm.“I’m not,” Sophia spat, though her voice betrayed her.A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “You always were a terrible liar.”She snapped

The next day came wrapped in silence. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful, but heavy, stretched too tight, as though every corner of the room still remembered the echo of Sophia’s voice from last night.She hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time her eyes shut, she dreamed of her son’s face, of his little hands reaching for her, of the sound of his laugh that now felt like it belonged to another lifetime. And every time she woke, it was to the same four walls, to the suffocating reminder that she wasn’t free.When she finally dragged herself out of bed, her body felt like lead. She padded to the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. The world outside looked so ordinary—morning sun streaking through the trees, a bird hopping across the grass. Ordinary, except for the two men she noticed standing by the gate, watchful, armed. Liam’s men. His cage for her was invisible, but it was there all the same.Sophia swallowed hard, hugging her arms around herself. I have to get

The air in the living room felt poisoned. Sophia could still hear the anchor’s voice echoing in her head—Leon dead, herself missing. The black screen of the TV stared back at her like a mirror of everything she had lost.Her chest rose and fell too fast, panic clawing its way up her throat.Liam stood beside the couch, motionless. His presence filled the room like smoke, inescapable, suffocating. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The weight of his silence pressed on her harder than a shout.“Leon…” she whispered, the name slipping from her lips before she could stop it.Liam’s head turned slightly, his dark eyes cutting toward her.Something inside Sophia cracked. The grief came rushing in—hot, furious, unstoppable.“You killed him.” The words burst out, trembling with rage. “You killed Leon, didn’t you?”Liam didn’t flinch.Her voice rose, spilling faster, louder, rawer. “You couldn’t stand the thought of him helping me, of anyone else touching my life. You took him away—like you t

The morning light felt cruel.Sophia sat curled on the edge of the bed, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her eyes were red and swollen, her body wracked with silent sobs she could no longer hold back. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the road, the headlights, the moment hope had been ripped away from her like a cruel joke.She had been so close.And now… she was here again.Caged.Trapped.Liam entered quietly, his footsteps steady on the hardwood floor. He paused when he saw her, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he just stood there, watching her like a painting he couldn’t look away from.“Don’t cry,” he said softly, almost tender. “It doesn’t suit you.”The words made her shake harder. Her nails dug into her arms as if she could claw away the pain.“Don’t cry?” she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with rage. “You stole my life. You killed Leon. You’ve taken everything from me—and you stand there telling me not to cry?”Her voice cracked on his name,

Liam’s povI had promised her, and promises weren’t something I broke—not with her, not with anyone who mattered. I had promised Sophia she would see her son today. It was a simple statement, almost too simple, but in truth, it was layered with control, strategy, and obsession. I would keep my word, as always, but I would also ensure she understood the boundaries I set. She could think she had a choice, but I knew better.She keeps pretending not to be Elizabeth, masking herself behind Sophia, trying to convince herself she isn’t the woman I know so intimately. But I see through it. Every flicker in her eyes, every hesitant movement, every subtle shift of posture betrays her. Elizabeth always comes through, no matter how hard she fights it. She cannot hide from me, not truly.How could she possibly think I would hurt my son? Our son? He is mine as much as he is hers. Every thought of him, every memory, every little smile of his is a part of me. Anyone who dared harm him would face me.