All Chapters of Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GARRETT’S POV Even though I felt crazy terrified inside, I couldn’t slip up because he was already suspicious. So I remained composed and maintained eye contact as he taunted me with his venomous gaze.“Well then. Do your job, and I’ll get to mine,” he said coldly, slamming the door in my face.The force blew wind into my face. The sound felt like my heart collapsing in my chest, and the gust made me shiver for shelter that I was already standing in.I didn’t know what to do.I placed my hand on the door, ready to force it open and rescue her. But before I pushed down on the handle, Alvin’s words struck me again, clear and bold:“I’ll fucking kill you myself, you little bitch.”I beat my fist against my palm and turned around.So many emotions covered me like a thick duvet: rage, fear, anxiety, guilt.The kind of emotions that make someone lose it if they cuddle them.I feared even more for what Frieda must be feeling, and what it could do to an angel like her.I couldn’t enter the ro

FRIEDA’S POV There I was, kissing my bodyguard who looked like a monster from my childhood, in my husband’s bed.And the crazy part? I didn’t give a single fuck. Garrett had given me something I had lacked for the longest time:Meaning.“Frieda,” he called, pulling back from my lips, an action that made my body ache, because all I wanted to do was taste all of him.“I want you, Garrett. I want to have you forever,” I said boldly as I pushed myself back to him, but he gently placed my body on the bed and got up.I sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I quickly spoke, but shame coiled around me, heavy and tight, as I sat on the wide bed.He turned around and came to me. He squatted and held my hands, staring straight into my soul.“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I want you too, Frieda, and I promised I’m never letting you go, but we need to get out of here. This room reeks of your insane husband, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”“Oh my God.” A bolt hit

MICHAEL'S POV"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."I leaned back in my leather chair, watching the chaos unfold across twelve different screens. Camera 7 showed the car crash in perfect high definition. Camera 9 captured Garrett's pathetic attempts to fight his brother. Camera 3 gave me a close up of Frieda's unconscious face, blood trickling down her temple like a work of art.I pressed rewind on the main screen, watching the moment of impact again. The way the car flew off the road, the glass shattering into a million pieces, Garrett's desperate scream. It was poetry. Pure, unfiltered poetry."Sir, they're bringing them back now," Silas said from the doorway, his voice shaking like it always did when he interrupted me."I can see that, you idiot." I gestured to the screens without looking at him. "I have eyes everywhere. That's the point.""Of course, sir. My apologies.""Get out."He scurried away like the rat he was. I turned my attention back to the screens, to my masterpiece playin

PATRICIA MOORE’S POV"Subject shows promising response to the new dosage. Memory fragmentation increasing as predicted."I spoke into my recorder, watching Frieda's brain scan flicker across the monitor. Beautiful. The hippocampus was lighting up exactly where I needed it to. The drug was working its way through her neural pathways like a key unlocking doors.I set down the recorder and picked up my syringe, holding it up to the light. The liquid inside glowed faintly amber. Compound X-7, my latest masterpiece. Fifteen years of research condensed into ten milliliters of pure genius."Dr. Moore?" One of the orderlies knocked on my lab door. "Mr. Van Leer is asking about the timeline.""Tell Mr. Van Leer that science doesn't work on his schedule," I snapped without looking up. "The brain is delicate. Rush the process and we risk permanent damage.""Yes, ma'am."I heard his footsteps retreat. Good. Michael paid me extremely well, but that didn't mean he got to interrupt my work with his i

DAVINA’S POV“She's losing herself! Please, get the paddles, now!"Dr. Patricia’s panicked voice ran down the halls as I stood in the shadows with my hand resting gently on my stomach. It wasn't obvious yet that I was pregnant. I smiled.The pregnancy test this morning had shown two perfect pink lines. It was the result of years of careful planning and playing the invisible servant. I had the ultimate leverage.Michael Van Leer's child grew inside me. His very own heir, and his future. Not Frieda’s at all. Just mine.Not long after, I observed through the small window as Patricia slammed the defibrillator paddles onto Frieda's chest. Her body jerked violently, arching off the table. "Come on, come on," Patricia muttered, sweat beading on her forehead.I hoped she'd die, it would make everything so much simpler. But then, the heart monitor beeped twice, reviving the steady rhythm.Damn.Frieda's eyes snapped open with the speed of light, wild and unfocused. Her lips moved, constructi