All Chapters of Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

150 Chapters

Chapter 141: “I’ve Never Felt Close To Anyone”

MICHAEL'S POV"Sarah."No answer. I knocked again, then turned the handle and went in.She was on the bed, on her side, facing the wall, still dressed. Her eyes were open, I could tell from the quality of her stillness, the stillness of someone awake, not sleeping, just lying very still because moving required energy she had already used up.I closed the door behind me, crossed the room quietly, sat on the edge of the bed.She didn't turn."What's the matter?" I asked.A long pause. Then she rolled onto her back, looking at the ceiling. Her eyes were red at the edges, her face carrying the particular flatness of someone who had cried recently, stopped, decided not to start again."We need to talk," she replied."Alright."She sat up slowly, pulled her knees toward her chest and looked at me with the expression she wore when she had already made a decision and was about to deliver it without softening it first."I've made up my mind," she told me. "About all of it. About you, Garrett,

Chapter 142: “Clara Cannot Wait”

SARAH'S POV"Whatever is happening between all of us can wait."I stood in the middle of the main room, everyone was assembled. I looked at each face in turn. Tom on the couch. Viktor by the door. Alvin in the chair. Garrett near the window, not looking at me. Michael standing to my left, arms crossed, watching the room."Clara cannot wait," I continued. "She is inside the operation right now. She is running assignments right now. Every day she stays in there is another day she is being used by a man who recruited her because of who she is to us." I looked at Tom. "Tell them everything."Tom sat forward. He set his coffee down, folded his hands together, looked at the room with the expression he wore when he was about to deliver something he had been sitting with for too long."Clara currently oversees the management layer between Rael's thirty hidden assets, the ones beneath the sixty winners, and Rael himself," Tom opened. "She does not know the full scope of what she manages. She t

Chapter 143: “This Is Elizabeth”

CLAUDIA'S POV"Phase one is live."I expressed it to the screen, to the numbers climbing in real time across the left monitor. Not to the guard standing three feet behind me, though he heard it.The guard shifted his weight. "Are you worried about Michael?"I watched the numbers climb. "No.""He signed Rael's agreement.""He signed what Rael put in front of him," I replied. "Michael Van Leer signs things when he believes he is taking control of something. He does not sign things out of submission." I turned my chair slightly toward the monitor on the right, the secondary feed. "He thinks he is managing Rael. Rael thinks he is managing Michael." I picked up my coffee. "Neither of them is looking at me."The guard said nothing."Rael is the variable I watch," I continued. "Michael is predictable. I have known Michael for years, I know how he calculates, I know what he protects, I know which threats make him move and which ones make him go still." I set the coffee down. "Rael is the one

Chapter 144: “A Separate Move”

ALVIN'S POV"If Sarah becomes a problem, I'll handle her myself."The words were still sitting in my chest, cold, flat, like water during harmattan. Then I pressed my back against the wall beside the window, breathing through my nose, keeping my body still while my brain ran the sentence again.Michael had said it without heat. Without drama. The way you state a contingency you have already thought through and filed away for later use.I pressed closer to the glass, trying to catch more. Fragments came through."Clara.""The network.""Leverage.""Sarah."Her name again... Twice in under five minutes. I watched Rael's mouth form it, watched Michael's face absorb it with controlled stillness.Movement to my left.A figure, security, moving along the far wall of the building with the deliberate pace of someone making rounds rather than responding to something. Still enough time.I pushed off the wall, moved back the way I came, keeping my steps even, my pace unremarkable, the walk of so

Chapter 145: “Now His Son Gets To Pay For Them Too”

DAVINA'S POV"Are you certain you want to start a war with Michael Van Leer?"The question landed across the table with the weight of someone who had seen wars started and understood what they cost before the first move was made. My contact sat with both hands flat on the surface, watching my face, giving me the full space of the silence to reconsider.I had been in this room for twenty minutes. The location was unremarkable, a back office above a laundry on a street that smelled like detergent, water damage, the particular ordinariness of a place nobody looked at twice. I had chosen it for exactly that reason.The copied notebook entries were in the folder between us. Weeks of work, organized by date, cross-referenced by name, built into a timeline that connected Michael's calls, his instructions, his plans, his voice in a hospital room where he thought I was empty.I looked at the folder. Then at the person across from me."My mother spent her life paying for Marcus Van Leer's sins,

Chapter 146: “Unauthorized Access”

SARAH'S POVMichael looked at me across the safe house main room, the space between us carrying every person who had watched Alvin deliver that sentence thirty seconds ago. Viktor near the door. Tom at the table. Garrett by the wall. Alvin standing exactly where he had planted himself, watching Michael with the particular patience of someone who had already decided what they thought."Explain it," I pressed. "Tell me what survival logic looks like when you threaten my life.""I was testing Rael," Michael replied, level, unhurried. "If I reacted emotionally, I confirmed that my connection to you was a liability he could use against me." He held my gaze. "If I stayed calm, I stayed inside the information flow. I kept access to everything he was about to tell me.""So my safety is a calculation? Oh, wow!""Everyone's safety is a calculation in this situation," he replied. "That is not a preference. That is the reality of what we are inside.""And who made you the person who gets to calcul

Chapter 147: “Desperation Has No Ceiling”

MICHAEL'S POV"Nobody touches anything."The room froze. Every screen still displaying the same warning line, the locks still cycling through their sealed positions, the backup systems humming at a frequency the safe house had never used before. Viktor's hands hovered above the keyboard, not touching, waiting.I moved to the central terminal.Sarah watched me cross the room. I felt her watching. Not with fear, with the particular attention she deployed when she was cataloguing information about a person rather than listening to what they were saying.I pulled up the breach architecture. The intrusion signature was clean, too clean, the kind of clean that came from someone who knew exactly what they were looking for, exactly where to find it, exactly how to move through a system without triggering the primary alerts. They had used the primary alerts themselves as the announcement.Tom came up beside me. "Is this Claudia?""If Claudia found us, the system wouldn't be displaying a warnin

Chapter 148: “That Survival Can’t Be Contingent On A Woman’s Choice”

SARAH'S POVThe common area had become exactly what safe houses were never supposed to become, a room where people sat in the same space while trusting each other less with every passing minute. Viktor at the table, running diagnostics that kept returning the same clean result. Tom beside him, reading through Clara's file for the fourth time. Alvin near the window. Michael standing at the far wall looking at his phone, then putting it down, then picking it up again.Garrett was the only one not in the room. He had been gone for ten minutes. Nobody had acknowledged it.I pushed my chair back, stood, moved toward the stairs without explaining myself. Nobody asked where I was going. That was the thing about a room where trust had cracked, everyone gave everyone else a wide berth, because narrowing the distance required conversation, conversation required honesty, honesty required things nobody was ready to spend.I sat on the top step of the landing, back against the wall, knees up, loo

Chapter 149: “Garrett’s Darkest Secret”

ELIZABETH'S POV"Michael knows what happened that night."The voice on the phone delivered it clean, no preamble, no cushioning, one sentence dropped into the silence of a moving car like something thrown through glass.My hands jerked on the wheel. The car drifted half a lane before I corrected it, heart slamming, the safe house disappearing in the rearview mirror behind me. I had pulled away cleanly, or thought I had. The two figures on the step had moved toward the street. I had not waited to see if they reached the car.Now none of that mattered.If Michael knew what happened that night, then everything Garrett had spent years burying was no longer buried. It was sitting somewhere in Michael Van Leer's files, in his calculation, in the private architecture of whatever he was building with Rael's infrastructure.Garrett's darkest secret was no longer his.Which meant sooner or later, it would reach Sarah.I pulled the car to the side of the road, then I cut the engine, and sat with

Chapter 150: “Someone Is Using A Dead Man’s Credentials”

SARAH'S POV"Come on, sleep."The ceiling didn't cooperate. Neither did the pillow, the blanket, the dark, the quiet. I had been lying in the same position for forty minutes watching the room stay exactly as it was while my brain refused to slow down.I pushed the covers back, swung my legs over the edge, and stood.The safe house at two in the morning was the particular quiet of a place holding its breath. I moved downstairs without turning on the lights, found the kitchen by memory, filled a glass, drank half of it standing at the sink looking at the dark window above it.On my way back up, the light stopped me.Tom's door was open two inches, a thin line of yellow cutting across the hallway floor. I pushed it gently, expecting to find him awake, hunched over a screen, running another trace on Clara's location.He was asleep at his desk, cheek against his forearm, breathing slow. The lamp was still on. Papers covered every surface around him, maps, photographs, printed network recor

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