《THE GOLDEN CAGE 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The silk of the dark gown felt less like fashion and more like an open admission of defeat. It was sliced dangerously low, dropping all the way down the curve of her spine, leaving her completely exposed to the chilled air of Dominic’s master suite.Vivian stood in front of the full-length gilded mirror, her fingers digging hard into the cold edge of the marble vanity. She didn’t look like an heiress anymore. She looked exactly like what Dominic had demanded in his office—a beautiful, high-priced captive waiting for her master to inspect the goods."Turn around," a rough baritone commanded from the doorway.Vivian’s lungs locked. Dominic stood leaning against the frame, his massive shoulders completely swallowing the entrance. He had changed into a tailored black tuxedo, but his shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, his bowtie draped loose and unknotted over his collar. His amber eyes didn't just look at her; they tracked slowly down the line of her throat, lingered on the exposed swell

The heavy double doors of the master suite clicked shut, leaving Vivian stranded in the center of the pitch-black bedroom. Her skin was still burning, completely raw from where Dominic’s hands had just been, but a violent, freezing chill was already setting deep into her bones.*Arthur Montgomery didn't flee. He was intercepted.*Her father hadn’t run away. He hadn’t abandoned her to save his own skin. He had been taken. And Dominic had known it the entire time, using the lie of a runaway debtor to force her into a contract of absolute physical and emotional submission. He had built this beautiful, terrifying prison just to bend her to his will.Vivian looked down at her hands; they were shaking so hard she had to fist them into the fabric of her silk robe. Dominic was downstairs right now, locked in his war room, shifting his private security teams to cover up the truth. He had dismissed her like a piece of used property the second that red phone rang."Like hell," she muttered, tyin

The heavy mahogany door didn’t just open; it swung back with a slow, deliberate gravity that sent a violent shockwave of panic straight through Vivian’s veins.Her hand hovered a mere millimeter above the sleek black keyboard of Dominic’s laptop. The screen was still pulsing with that terrifying, bright crimson header: *MONTGOMERY INTERCEPTION COMPLETE.* It was the key to finding her father, the one piece of leverage she desperately needed, and it was entirely out of reach.With a sharp intake of breath, Vivian jerked her hand back, spinning around to face the doorway just as Dominic’s towering figure crossed the threshold.He had discarded his tie, leaving the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, exposing the hard base of his throat. But there was nothing relaxed about him. His amber eyes swept the open-concept room like a hawk tracking prey, locking instantly onto Vivian’s flushed face, and then down to the open laptop resting on the cold black marble of the kitchen isla

The air between them didn't just crackle; it burned with a suffocating, heavy friction.The moment Vivian’s bare feet hit the cold black marble floor at the base of the grand spiral staircase, Dominic closed the remaining distance between them. His massive, towering 6'4" frame completely crowded her against the thick steel structure of the railing, erasing every single centimeter of her personal space. The dominant, expensive scent of cedarwood and raw leather filled her lungs, making her head spin as she felt the sheer heat radiating from his body."You took your time up there, Vivian," Dominic murmured. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent an immediate jolt of electricity straight to her core. His dark amber eyes burned down into her, tracking the heavy, uneven rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin burgundy silk robe."I had to adjust to my new prison uniform," Vivian fired back. She forced a sharp, defiant edge into her tone, her dark eyes flashing with a fierce

The morning sun didn’t bring warmth to the penthouse; it brought a cold, sharp clarity that cut through the lingering haze of the night.Vivian woke up to an empty bed. The dark silk sheets beside her were cold, but the deep imprint of Dominic’s massive body remained. She sat up slowly, clutching the burgundy silk robe to her chest as her dark eyes immediately darted toward the electronic keypad on the master suite doors.It was glowing a steady, peaceful green.The heavy lockdown was temporarily lifted. A quiet glance at the sleek digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it was 8:30 AM. Downstairs, the penthouse was dead silent. There was no sound of a deep baritone voice barking corporate orders, no heavy footsteps echoing across the marble. Dominic was gone.Vivian slipped out of bed, her body aching slightly from the intense, heavy friction of the night before. She reached beneath the heavy mattress, her fingers brushing against the cold, metallic edge of the stolen flash drive.