All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS OBSESSION : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Liam’s povThe moment she saw him, I felt a shift in her—subtle, almost imperceptible, but there. Relief, disbelief, hesitation, love, fear—all tangled together in the briefest flicker across her face. She knelt down slowly, careful not to rush the moment, her hands hovering over him as if unsure whether to touch, whether to claim, whether to speak.I watched, my chest tightening. Every instinct screamed, protect him, claim her, control the moment. But I remained calm, letting the tension linger like a silk thread stretched taut between us. She didn’t know, couldn’t yet know, that he was not just hers—but ours. That every feature, every gesture, every glimmer in his eyes was part of me.She finally bent closer, her lips parting in a soft gasp, and murmured, “It’s really you…” She reached out, brushing the boy’s cheek with tentative fingers. He responded immediately, wrapping his small arms around her waist. Her eyes widened slightly, the realization washing over her: he remembered her

The silence stretched for a few seconds longer before Sophia stood from behind the couch, brushing the dust from her skirt. Her face was pale, her jaw tight, eyes blazing as they fixed on Liam. “What was that?”Liam shut the door fully, turned the lock, and leaned against it for a moment. “That,” he said quietly, “was me keeping you alive.”She let out a sharp laugh, bitter and hollow. “Alive? You mean hiding me like a ghost? When I was with Leon, I was fine. I was breathing, I was living, I was okay. And now—now you dragged me back into this,” she gestured at the locked door, the walls, the whole suffocating air of the place. “Your world of secrets and locked doors and watching shadows.”Liam pushed away from the door, his steps measured as he came to the couch and sat down, picking up the bag of chips left on the table from earlier. He took one, bit into it like nothing in the world had just happened, and looked up at her. “Why didn’t you tell me about our son?”The words stopped he

Liam’s povI woke up before dawn, long before the house stirred. The air outside was damp, the kind of heavy mist that clung to your skin like a secret. Today was going to be different. Today, I was going to give her what she wanted—or at least, a piece of it.She had been restless these past few days, eyes flicking to the door like a trapped bird that had already mapped the sky beyond its cage. Sophia—no, Elizabeth, my Elizabeth—kept talking about him. Her son. Our son. She still refused to admit it, but that didn’t matter. Truth doesn’t need belief to exist. I had the proof. The DNA test sealed it, but even without that, I would have known. I saw myself in that boy’s face.I decided today I’d surprise her. I’d bring him to her. Maybe then she’d stop looking at me like I was a stranger. Maybe then she’d remember we were once a family—broken, yes, but real.The plan was simple: pick him up from school, bring him home for a few hours, let her see him, touch him, remind her of what we s

The rain didn’t stop. It poured like the sky itself had split open, washing the world in silver and shadow. The road ahead was empty, or so it seemed, until the headlights caught them—dark figures emerging from the mist like phantoms. A line of cars blocked the narrow lane, black and slick with rain, and in the center of it all stood the man Liam had been running from. The boss. His umbrella tilted in the storm, his suit immaculate despite the weather. Around him, his goons fanned out like wolves—guns at their sides, eyes cold. Liam braked hard, the tires screaming against wet asphalt. The boy stirred in the backseat, a whimper caught in his throat. Sophia’s breath hitched as her eyes locked on the figures outside. “They found us,” she whispered. Liam’s jaw tightened. “I know.” The boss stepped forward, his shadow long beneath the headlights. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. “You’ve made a mess, Liam.” The rain dripped from Liam’s hair as he stepped out, the