Semua Bab Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Bab 71 - Bab 80

SARAH'S POV"You could have died, you know?” I expressed it the second the room door closed behind us.Alvin was wiping blood from his knuckles using the hem of his jumpsuit. Dex's blood… he did not look up."I know," he affirmed."You have zero lives left. Zero, Alvin. And if Controller had followed through, you would have been executed. I crossed the room and stopped in front of him. My hands were shaking, and I could not decide if it was grief or fury or both running the same circuit simultaneously. "Tom and Michael had to pull you off him. Do you understand how close that was?""Yes.""Then why?"He held my gaze. "Because he deserved it.""This is not about deserving things, Alvin. This is about surviving… We survive, or we die, and right now you almost died because of your temper, and I cannot!” My voice broke on the last word, and I could not stop it. "I cannot watch another person I care about disappear from that screen. I can’t do it."He opened his mouth.I hit him.Both ha

ALVIN'S POVI went to meet Tom and Michael at the dinner table. Tom looked up immediately. "What happened?""They took her. Controller and four guards came into the room and took her." I looked at Michael. "For the deadliest game… The one the hall voted her into."Michael set down his fork. He leaned back in his chair with ease, as if he'd been preparing to say something he'd been holding back, and now was the time he'd decided to release it. "Controller is my brother," he broke the silence. "Khalid Van Leer. He built this building... He runs the network, and when I found out he had brought Sarah here without telling me, I was furious." He paused. "And then I thought about it, I decided to come in myself, to play and to watch her suffer through this place in real time."The table went very quiet."You came here to watch her suffer?" Tom expressed it with anger written all over his face. "I had no intention of letting her die... There is a difference."I had his collar before the la

CLAUDIA'S POV"Let me explain how this works."I stood and walked around the desk slowly, taking my time, letting Sarah sit with the weight of what I had just asked her to do. You know something about fear I've learned so far? Fear needed space to develop properly. Rush it, and it becomes anger. Give it room, and it becomes compliance.I had learned that a long time ago.It's more like a mantra to me now. "You go back to the games," I continued. "You behave exactly as you have been behaving. You survive, you fight, you do everything that has made you remarkable to watch." I stopped in front of her chair. "And in between, you work on Michael.""Work on him?" Sarah repeated flatly. “You call killing Michael working on him? She continued with a smirk. "You are a beautiful woman who has already had this man completely obsessed with you for years." I crouched to her eye level. "I am not asking you to do anything you have not already done. I am simply asking you to do it with an outcome i

MICHAEL'S POV"No speaking, no sounds. Just hand signals only."The guard read the rule from the card and stepped back while the door to the game floor opened. Sarah and I walked in together.The floor was a grid—twenty rooms connected by corridors, each room with a locked door requiring a sequence to open. The sequences were visible on panels beside each door but required two people to activate simultaneously from different positions. Impossible alone, but designed entirely for pairs.The guard's voice came through the speaker above us: "Two hours…find the exit."Then silence.Sarah looked at me, and I looked at her.I moved toward the first door, she followed, and the game began.I had known who Sarah Henderson really was three years before the wedding.I thought about that while my hands worked the first panel sequence. I had commissioned Lucien's full dossier from a contact buried deep inside Interpol, a man who owed me a debt he had been servicing for eleven years in small, carefu

MICHAEL'S POV"Left exit, move."I muttered and moved toward the right exit simultaneously, and Sarah did not question it because we had learned in eight games that my reads on rooms came fast and were usually right. She ran left, while I ran right.The room was a square box with two doors on opposite walls and a heat source in the ceiling that had been running since we entered, a slow build that had become a serious problem in the last four minutes. The air had weight to it now. Hot and dry and pressing against exposed skin with the malice of something that did not need to hurry.My door had a panel beside it. Sequence required. I worked on it fast.The panel rejected the sequence.I tried the second combination. Rejected.The air was getting worse. I could feel it in my throat now, each breath carrying less than it should. I looked across the room at Sarah's door. She was working her panel, and it was taking too long, and the temperature was reading on my skin like a warning.I loo