All Chapters of Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

SARAH'S POV"His name is Rael."Michael mentioned it to the mirror above the sink, hands under running water, not looking at me. I stood in the bathroom doorway with my arms crossed, watching the back of his head, waiting for the rest of it.The bathtub behind him was full, bubbles settling at the surface, steam rising in thin curls. He had a towel around his waist, nothing else. The burn scar from the mansion still climbed the side of his neck, familiar now in a way it hadn't been weeks ago."He claims Marcus had a third son," Michael continued, turning off the tap, reaching for the hand towel on the rail. "He wants the network, not the building, the network. Sixty winners placed across twelve countries, financial infrastructure, and communication channels. All of it was still running with no Controller."He turned to face me."I'm going to take his offer," he announced. "Not the Controller role, not the network as it was built to function." He held my gaze steadily. "I helped build

SARAH'S POV"Claudia Hart is pregnant."Davina stood in my doorway at seven in the morning, dressed, bag on her shoulder, looking at me with the calm of someone who had rehearsed exactly how to deliver this sentence and had decided flat was the right register.I stared at her. "What?""Six months." She stepped inside without being invited, pushed the door shut behind her. "Michael's child. I know because I know how Claudia operates, she doesn't carry leverage she hasn't confirmed. She confirmed it before the Trial House fell." She set her bag on the chair, turned to face me. "She has been sitting on this information, waiting for the moment it would do the most damage."I sat down on the edge of the bed."She chose now," Davina continued, "because you and Michael came out of that building together, and she watched it happen, and she understands exactly what that means for her plans." She looked at me directly. "Claudia Hart does not lose gracefully, Sarah. She burns everything on her w

CLAUDIA'S POV"The first cycle begins in eleven days."I said it to the screen, to nobody, to the empty server room humming around me. Three floors of hardware in a building that looked like a logistics company from every external angle, registered under a name connected to nothing, sitting in a country with laws written by people I had already paid.I leaned back in the chair, looked at the numbers running across the left monitor.Four hundred and seventy-two thousand registered participants globally. Growing by the hour. The entry page had been live for nine days, distributed through channels that operated below every surface the agencies monitored. Dark forums, encrypted networks, the particular corners of the internet where desperate people gathered because desperation required community.They came willingly. That was the part Khalid never understood. He built a building, filled it with people who had no choice, and ran games designed to break them through fear. Fear was exhaustin

SARAH'S POV"Come here."I expressed it quietly like I was afraid someone may hear me, my hand finding Garrett's arm in the dim light of the room. We had sat with the information about Clara, neither of us speaking. Then the silence became too much to sit inside.Garrett looked at my hand on his arm. He didn't move toward me immediately. His eyes moved across my face, reading it the way he always read it, checking what was underneath the surface request."Sarah," he started."Please," I replied. Just that.He looked at me for another moment. Then he leaned in, slow, his lips finding mine gently. I kissed him back, moved closer, my hands going to his face. He responded, his arms coming around me, pulling me in with the careful warmth that had always been his way, nothing forced, nothing taken, just offered.We moved to the bed without rushing it.He was gentle in the way only Garrett knew how to be gentle, not tentative, not uncertain, but deliberate, like every movement was chosen. H

MICHAEL'S POV"I went for a walk."I said it to the room, set my jacket on the chair, and looked at the faces assembled around the main area. Tom on the couch. Viktor against the wall. Alvin in the chair. Garrett by the window.Sarah was standing in the center of the room with her arms crossed, looking at me the way she had looked at me in the Trial House when she knew I was managing information."Where?" she asked."Around." I looked at her directly. "Where did you and Garrett go?"She held my gaze. "For a walk."I looked at both of them. Garrett was watching me with the careful stillness of a man who had made some kind of decision recently and was not broadcasting what it was. Sarah looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.I knew something happened between the two of them. I could read it in the air between them, in the way Garrett stood slightly closer to her than he had before I left, in the way she wasn't quite looking at either of us directly.Something in my che