Lahat ng Kabanata ng Caged By His Love: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

JETHRO’S POV I was sitting on the couch, going through some documents, when Melanie walked past me. I barely looked up until something caught my attention. Her sleeve had shifted, exposing her arm. I frowned. There were reddish marks around her skin. “Melanie.” She stopped and turned toward me. “What?” “Come here.” She hesitated before walking over. My eyes remained fixed on her arm. “What happened there?” She glanced down and immediately pulled her sleeve over it. “Nothing.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.” “Jethro, I’m fine.” I stood up. “Show me.” She looked at me for a moment before reluctantly extending her arm. The moment I saw the marks clearly, something inside me went cold. They were fingerprints. Four distinct marks pressed into her skin. Someone had grabbed her. I reached toward her arm, stopping just before my fingers touched the bruised skin. “Who did this?” She looked away. “It’s not important.” I stared at her. “Someone grabbed you hard enough to leave

I walked into the office, my feet clad in heels, the blue gown I wore hugging my body and making my baby bump visible. It had been two months since I found out about my pregnancy, and Jethro had been incredibly sweet and considerate toward me ever since. I pushed the doors of the office open and immediately noticed that something was different. It wasn’t the way I had left it yesterday. I walked in, my heels clicking against the floor, undoubtedly making my presence known. “You’re finally here,” I heard a familiar voice say as his chair turned around. “What are you doing in my office?” I asked, fuming. “Correction—not your office. Mine now,” Miguel said, his eyes drifting toward my already-packaged belongings. “Take your things and leave.” “It’s better you leave us or I’ll call security,” I said, pointing toward the door. “It’s such a pity your dad didn’t inform you,” he said, shaking his head. “About what?” I gave him a muddled look. “I’m the new shareholder in this c

MELANIE’S POVBy the time I got home, I was already exhausted. The entire day had been frustrating, especially having to sit at a desk and do work I would have once assigned to someone else. But that wasn’t even what bothered me the most. Preston said he didn't send the message, which meant I still had no idea who was behind it.Jethro and I eventually went to bed, and I lay beside him, staring at the ceiling. He was already asleep, his arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I slowly turned toward him and watched his peaceful face.I wanted to tell him about the messages, but something kept holding me back. I didn’t want to worry him when I didn’t even know if there was anything to worry about.My phone suddenly vibrated on the nightstand. I reached for it, careful not to wake Jethro. When I saw the unknown number on the screen, my heart immediately dropped.Another message. I opened it with trembling fingers.💬Enjoy every moment

MELANIE’S POV Jethro had his head resting on my stomach while I sat comfortably on the bed, my fingers moving slowly through his hair. He had been talking to the baby for the past few minutes, insisting that he wanted to feel another kick before leaving my side. “Come on, Kamira. Daddy’s waiting,” he said, making me laugh. “You know the baby can’t understand you yet, right?” “She understands me.” “You’re really sure it’s a girl?” “I’ve told you, Melanie. It’s a girl.” “And what if it’s a boy?” “Until then” I shook my head, still laughing at him. Just then, I felt a slight movement in my stomach. “Wait.” Jethro immediately lifted his head. “What?” “The baby moved.” His eyes widened as he quickly placed his hand back on my stomach. We both waited quietly, and a few seconds later, the baby kicked again.

MELANIE’S POV Opening my eyes, I found myself in the hospital. For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there. Everything around me looked blurry, and the strong smell of antiseptic filled my nose. Then suddenly, everything came rushing back.Allison pushed me down the stairs. My hand immediately flew to my stomach. I froze. My stomach felt different. I pressed my palm against it, waiting. Nothing.I moved my hand across my tummy again, desperately waiting for that familiar little movement. I didn't feel anything.“No…” My breathing became uneven. “My baby…” I pressed both hands against my stomach. “Why can’t I feel my baby?” Tears immediately filled my eyes. “My baby…” I sobbed, shaking my head. “Why can’t I feel my baby?”I looked around the room frantically. A nurse was standing near the bed, checking something on the monitor. “Where is my baby?” I asked. She turned toward me.“Ma’am, please—”“Where is my baby?” I screamed. My voice echoed through the room. I began