All Chapters of Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

56 Chapters

Chapter 31: “The Forgotten Experiments”

FRIEDA’S POV"Ms. Enriquez, are you sure you want to see these? They're quite disturbing."Commander Hayes held a thick manila folder in his hands, hesitating before handing it to me. We were in a small office below deck, the fluorescent lights humming overhead."I need to see them," I said, reaching for the folder. "All of them."He set it down on the metal table between us, then added two more boxes. "These are Dr. Patricia Moore's complete research files and everything we recovered from her lab and personal storage. It's organized chronologically."I opened the first folder with shaking hands.Subject F. Age 5. Initial conditioning protocol.My five-year-old face stared back at me from a photo clipped to the first page. I was strapped to a medical chair, electrodes attached to my temples, tears streaming down my cheeks.I couldn't breathe."Take your time," Commander Hayes said gently. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."The door closed, leaving me alone with the truth.I

Chapter 32: “Sarah? Is that You?”

FRIEDA’S POV“We’re approaching the coordinates now."Commander Hayes's voice passed through the helicopter headset. I pressed my face against the window, watching the landscape change from gray ocean to green countryside.My hands shook as I gripped Patricia's files. I'd been reading them for the entire flight, and every page made me feel sicker.Forty-seven children! What the heck! Forty-seven kids were stolen from families, experimented on, and destroyed. My twin brother and I were numbers twenty-three and twenty-four on that list."Commander," I said into the headset. "These files mention care facilities, and locations where some subjects might still be alive.""We'll investigate every place," he promised. "But first, let's find your family."Family? How's that possible? The word felt foreign. I'd spent eight years as Michael's wife, thinking the Enriquez family was all I had, but now I knew they'd bought me like a slave. But somehow, I was supposed to believe I had real parents,

Chapter 33: “Jane Hart’s Creation”

FRIEDA’S POVI skidded the motorcycle to a halt in front of the barn, killed the engine, and stumbled off the bike, my legs shaking so badly I almost collapsed.The barn door hung crooked on broken hinges. I pushed through and froze.The walls were covered in photographs.Hundreds of them, pinned up with thumbtacks, connected with red strings like some detective's murder board.But these weren't crime scene photos.They were baby pictures.I walked closer, my phone's flashlight beam sweeping across the images.And there I was, a tiny infant wrapped in a pink blanket, sleeping peacefully, with my twin brother beside me in blue.We were maybe a few days old, lying side by side in the same crib. Our tiny hands were reaching for each other even in sleep."Oh God," I whispered.In almost every photo, there was a man. He looked like he was in his thirties, with a strong jaw, kind eyes and dark hair. He was holding us, playing with us, and looking at us like we were his entire world. My fath

Chapter 34: “Welcome To The War”

GARRETT’S POV"Heaton, you have a visitor."The guard's voice jolted me from reviewing the case files spread across my cell bunk. I'd been staring at them for hours, looking for any crack in Claudia's fabricated evidence.There wasn't one because she'd done her job perfectly. Every document alongside every witness statement plus every piece of evidence pointed to me as Michael's enforcer, a terrorist and a murderer.My court-appointed lawyer had already told me to plead guilty and hope for a reduced sentence. Twenty years instead of life.Twenty years while Frieda was out there, hunted by everyone."Let's go," the guard said, jangling his keys impatiently.I stood and held out my wrists for the cuffs. The metal bit into my skin as he locked them tight.He led me through the cellblock, past other prisoners who stared with dead eyes. This place sucked the life out of people. I'd only been here three days and I could already feel it.We reached a small, private visitation room with one t

Chapter 35: “There’s A Price”

ALVIN’S POV"Mr. Heaton, you have two options here."The detective spoke but I wasn't really listening. My attention was focused on the window behind him on the third floor, a fire escape visible just outside.My leg throbbed at the spot Davina had shot me. The bandages were tight, probably stitched underneath. FBI guards stood outside my hospital room door.But the window was unlocked. I could see the latch wasn't engaged."Option one," the detective continued, flipping through his notes. "You cooperate fully, testify against Michael Van Leer, Jade Hart, Claudia Hart, and Dr. Patricia Moore. In exchange, we offer full immunity and witness protection.""And option two?" I asked, even though I didn't care."You face charges for assault, kidnapping, and accessory to human trafficking. You're looking at twenty-five to life."I nodded slowly, pretending to consider. "Can I think about it?""You have twenty-four hours." The detective stood. "But I'd advise taking the deal, Mr. Heaton. It's

Chapter 36: “We Have A Family Business To Run”

SERENA’S POV"Tell us again about the night you attacked Dr. Patricia Moore."I'd been in this interrogation room for six hours with the same questions. Different FBI agents taking turns, but always the same questions."I already told you," I said, my voice weak from talking. "I found out she'd been taking advantage of little kids, and experimenting on them. Including her own son, Alvin. She threatened to inject him with a substance, and I had no choice but to hit her with a pipe."The agent made notes. "We'll take a break. Fifteen minutes."They filed out, leaving me alone in the gray room.My phone buzzed. I'd convinced them to let me keep it, claiming I needed it to coordinate with my lawyer.Unknown number. A text message."Your testimony won't be enough. Claudia has backup plans. Meet me at the old Enriquez estate. Come alone. I have proof that will end this forever."I stared at the message, it was obviously a trap.I stood up and walked to the door. The guards outside didn't st

Chapter 37: “The Game Is Far From Over”

MICHAEL’S POV"It's time. Activate Protocol Omega."I spoke into the phone the guard had slipped me an hour ago. The line was secure and untraceable.On the other end, a voice responded. "Confirmed! Protocol Omega is active, all assets deploying now."I hung up and handed the phone back through the cell bars to the guard I'd been paying for three years. He took it without a word and walked away.Maximum security holding cell, they thought I was trapped.They had no idea.I sat back on the uncomfortable bunk and waited. Protocol Omega had been my insurance policy for a decade. Sleeper agents planted in every level of government and law enforcement.Judges I'd bribed with offshore accounts, police chiefs whose scandals I'd buried, politicians whose campaigns I'd funded. CEOs whose companies I'd saved from bankruptcy.All of them owed me, and now it was time to collect.And within an hour, my lawyer arrived. Not the incompetent public defender they'd assigned me. My real lawyer.Donald W

Chapter 38: “Fifty Million Dollars Buys A Lot Of Desperation”

FRIEDA’S POV "Locker 247. Where the hell is locker 247?"I ran through Grand Central Station, dodging tourists and commuters. The key my father had buried under the oak tree burned in my pocket.I found the locker section and searched frantically. 245. 246. There.247.My hands shook as I inserted the key. The lock clicked open.I studied a weathered leather briefcase. I found a quiet corner near a closed coffee shop and opened it. Documents, all in my father's handwriting. I started reading."The Broker. Real identity unknown. Age unknown. Gender unknown. Operates the largest human trafficking network in the world. But unlike other traffickers, The Broker doesn't traffic for profit. He traffics for power."My stomach twisted."The Broker collects people. Politicians he can blackmail. Celebrities he can control. Business leaders he can manipulate. And then there are the special acquisitions: individuals with unique abilities, conditioning, or genetics. These people become his most v

Chapter 39: “It’s Suicide”

GARRETT’S POV"What do we do?" I asked. "Frieda's out there being hunted by everyone. We can't just hide.""We don't hide, we turn them against each other." Viktor turned to face me. "Claudia, Michael, The Broker, they all want the same things: power, control, resources. We make them fight over those things. Let them destroy each other while we extract Frieda.""How?""Information warfare. I've been building a network for five years: former black ops operatives, people like me who were used by governments and corporations, then discarded when we became inconvenient."He pulled up files on a laptop, photos of hard-looking men and women. Military backgrounds. Special forces training."These people are skilled, dangerous, and have nothing to lose," Viktor continued. "They've been waiting for a target worthy of their talents. The Broker's network is that target. So we leak information, making Claudia think Michael is trying to take over The Broker's network, making Michael think Claudia

Chapter 40: “It’s Going To Be A BloodBath”

FRIEDA’S POV "All units. Be advised. Subject Frieda Enriquez is wanted for questioning in connection with terrorism, human trafficking, and murder. Approach with extreme caution. Armed and dangerous."The police radio crackled through the SUV, each word hitting me like a nail in my coffin.I stared at Agent Chen. "What?""Michael's counterattack," she said grimly. "He's framing you for everything. You're not just hunted by assassins anymore. You're hunted by law enforcement too."The world was closing in from every direction."How long until midnight?" I asked.Chen checked her watch. "Three hours and forty-seven minutes.""The safe house," Chen said to her driver. "Fast!"We pulled into an underground parking garage twenty minutes later. Chen's team swept the area before letting me out.The safe house was a converted warehouse, its steel doors and reinforced walls a fortress. Inside, there were enough weapons to start a war."Sit," Chen ordered, pointing to a metal table.I sat. My

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