Todos os capítulos de Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

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

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

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

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

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