All Chapters of Cage to Cage: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

BRYNN POV I slip back into my room, locking the door behind me. My frustration with Vex has reached a limit I can barely contain. I want to hit him. And kiss him. Both urges war inside me until I can’t tell where anger ends and something far more dangerous begins. I drop onto the bed and close my eyes, praying for sleep that never comes. My mind won’t stop replaying every word, every glance, every restrained touch. By morning, the light filtering through the curtains paints the room in soft gold. A folded note lies on the floor—slid under my door sometime in the night. The handwriting is sharp and deliberate, controlled—just like its author: “I’ve arranged for a boat tour today. Maintain appearances for a few hours. One more week of appearances.” I exhale sharply. Even his orders are polite. Drawn to the window, I push the curtain aside. Below, on the terrace, Vex stands speaking into his phone, posture rigid. His voice is too low to make out, but his expression says enough—ten

BRYNN POV I sit for a while, staring out over the water. The last of my wine warms my throat before I set the glass aside and move toward the boat. Lately, my thoughts keep circling the same end. My death. Since the wedding, I’ve known it was coming. Maybe not today. Maybe not soon. But it’s inevitable. Wives in our world don’t survive long—not ones who fall in love with men like Vex Maddock. He can try to stop it, but fate always finds a way. I’ll die at the hands of a crime lord. That’s how stories like mine end. The boat rocks gently in the hush that stretches between us. Vex stands at the bow, back rigid, staring into the endless blue. Dried blood clings to his hand, but he doesn’t move to clean it. The captain murmurs something in Greek. Vex answers without looking up. The engines rumble to life. “We’re returning to the villa,” he says, his tone clipped, professional—every trace of emotion buried deep. As the boat turns toward home, our eyes meet across the deck. For a h

BRYNN POVVex steps into the room, his presence instantly changing the air. He doesn’t come far—just inside the doorway—but it’s enough. His gaze sweeps over everything: the unmade bed, the open balcony doors, the ashtray crowded with cigarette butts. Evidence of sleepless nights. Of nerves.“I meant what I said,” he begins, voice low, measured. “Three years. Then you’re free.”He drags a hand through his hair—an uncharacteristic slip, a rare tell of uncertainty.“But freedom in our world isn’t simple,” he continues. “When this arrangement ends, you’ll need protection. Resources.”His jaw flexes. “Your brother won’t welcome you back. Not after this. And Moretti’s people have long memories.”He finally meets my eyes. “I need to know what you want—after. Where you’ll go. How you plan to survive.”I exhale slowly, forcing calm I don’t feel. “If I’m not dead, I’d like a quiet town. A new country. I’ve saved money. I’ll fake my death, change my name… something like that.”His expression da

VEX POVMy jaw tightens at her words.“Convincing. Right.”I exit the car the moment we arrive, coming around to Brynn’s door—but I don’t offer my hand this time. The small gesture feels too intimate now. Too dangerous.“You’ve given the watchers what they needed to see. Your brother will have his proof of life.”I take a deliberate step back, forcing space between us I desperately need.“I’ll be in meetings for the remainder of the day. Don’t leave the villa grounds.”I turn to walk away, but something ugly twists in my chest, dragging the words out of me.“That kiss crossed a line, Brynn.”A beat.“Don’t do it again.”I don’t wait for her response. Distance is the only way I keep control.Hours pass. The villa sinks into silence—the soft thud of waves against stone, the distant echo of footsteps from the night patrol.I stand at the terrace railing, staring out over the darkening sea, the Mediterranean wind threading through my hair.But all I can feel are her lips.The taste of ras

BRYNN POV“Tell me what you dream about,” he says quietly. “When you allow yourself to dream.”I stare into the flickering candlelight. “What would I have done if I’d never been caught? I would’ve made friends, gone dancing in some loud club, gotten drunk, eaten too much Taco Bell. Dated. Maybe settled down. Got married. Had children.”A small laugh escapes me, though it sounds hollow. “The things most people complain about are the ones I crave.”Vex watches me—not with his usual calculating gaze, but with something softer, almost uncertain.“Taco Bell,” he says so seriously that it almost makes me smile.He swirls the wine in his glass, his expression distant. “I’ve never been drunk. Not once.”The admission lingers between us.“Control is… everything in my world,” he continues. “Losing it, even for a moment…”He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to.The candlelight sharpens the edges of his face, making him look younger, almost human.“And children?” he asks after a p