Todos os capítulos de Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

SERENA’S POV"Help! Somebody help me!"My voice ran through the concrete walls like a spark of electricity, swallowed by the withdrawal of power. It happened automatically, uninspired by footsteps, or voices. Just the horrible quiet of being completely alone.My head pounded like someone was intentionally hitting it with a hammer. I reached up and touched the back of my skull, feeling sticky wetness. Blood. My blood.I looked around the cell, blinking hard to clear my vision, trying to believe what I was seeing. Frieda was gone. The floor where they'd held her down still had dark stains. I could see more blood."Frieda?" I called out weakly. Nothing.Hours crawled by like a snail. I tried the door a hundred times, but it was solidly locked. I screamed until my throat was raw, I cried until I had no tears left. I sat in the corner, hugging my knees, trying not to fall apart completely.My stomach twisted with hunger, and my mouth was so dry I could barely swallow.Then I heard footstep

GARRETT’S POV"Get up! Get up, now!” I woke to the sound of my own voice echoing inside my head. My skull felt like it had been split open with an axe. Everything hurt. My neck, my back, my arms.Where was I? I looked around. The storage room. Davina. The syringe. My memory came rushing back.I pushed myself up off the cold floor, my body protesting every movement. How long had I been out? Minutes or hours?Then, like a whirlwind, I heard it. Chaos outside the door.Alarms blaring, with people screaming. Gunfire scattering across everywhere."What the hell?"I threw myself at the door. It was locked. I slammed my shoulder into it, pain exploding through my arm, but it didn’t budge.Again, but harder this time. Again and again.The lock finally gave way with a crack. I stumbled into the hallway, and my blood turned to ice.The mansion was a war zone.Armed men in black tactical gear were everywhere, trading shots with Michael's security forces. Bodies on the floor, blood on the wal

FRIEDA’S POV"Do you see that?"Javier Hart stood at the window, his voice crawled from his lips tightly. I couldn't tell if it was as a result of shock or fear. I walked to the glass, my legs still weak from whatever they'd drugged me with. And from afar, miles away across the water, a massive fireball rose into the sky. Orange and red flames eating the horizon.The mansion.Michael's mansion, my own prison for eight years, was burning."What could have happened?" I whispered.Javier's phone rang. He picked it, after paying attention for a moment, his face went completely white."Change of plans," he said, turning to look at me. "Michael just blew up the mansion. Claudia was inside.""Is she…”"We're not sure yet because they're still trying to reach her." He ran his hand through his hair, pacing. "This changes everything."My heart started beating fast, thoughts flying across my mind like papers in the wind. And one particular thought wouldn't leave me be: If Michael destroyed the

CLAUDIA’S POV"Cheers to perfection."I raised my champagne glass toward the woman slumped across me, drugged and restrained in the plush leather seat. Frieda Enriques. My masterpiece, my greatest work of art.The private jet hummed smoothly at 30,000 feet, cruising over the Atlantic. First class all the way, only the best for my final trophy.My tablet sat on the armrest, displaying real-time updates from my network. Every piece falling into place like a perfectly orchestrated symphony.Michael Van Leer: alive but in hiding. Interpol had issued an international warrant. His empire was crumbling, assets already being quietly absorbed into my shell companies. The fool thought he was building an empire, but he was just collecting pieces for me.Dr. Patricia Moore: alive, but locked in a coma after Serena’s attack. Her brilliant, twisted mind sealed away. She’d served her purpose. The drugs. The experiments. The psychological torture.Alvin: spiraling into violence, destined for arrest or

SERENA’S POV "Hello, Serena," Michael said calmly. "We need to talk.""Stay away from us," I said, backing up.Michael raised his own gun, pointing it directly at my head. "You destroyed my empire, you took my wife. You ruined my reputation. Everything I built from scratch and everything I owned, you helped tear it down!""You did that to yourself.""No, you did it, you and your sister." His finger moved to the trigger. "So now I'm going to do what I should have done years ago. I'm going to erase every trace of the Enriquez family from history, starting with you."Alvin stepped in front of me. "You'll have to go through me first.""Gladly."But before Michael could fire, Davina moved. Her gun swung toward Alvin.She pulled the trigger.The shot was deafening in the small room. Alvin screamed and collapsed, grabbing his leg. Blood poured between his fingers."Alvin!" I dropped beside him, pressing my hands over the wound."Touching," Michael said, stepping closer. "But pointless."He a