Cage By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

The shot had been taken from an elevated angle, likely from the third-floor window of the library building directly across the courtyard. My hands began to shake so violently the photograph rattled against my fingernails. My vision blurred for a second, the walls of the narrow concrete corridor suddenly feeling like they were closing in on me, suffocating me, trapping me in a space with no air. With a trembling breath, I turned the photograph over. On the back, written in a sharp, elegant, terrifyingly precise black script that looked entirely professional, was a short, handwritten message: A new cage doesn't change the prey, Pheebs. The billionaire's glass house won't protect you from what'

"Before the Court. Before Viktor. Before whoever bought that cage has a chance to use it." Brian nodded slowly. "He won't want to talk." "Then we make him." "He's protected by arrangements that go back centuries—" "I don't care about arrangements." My voice hardened. "Someone built a cage for me. Someone knew what I would become before I knew. And I'm going to find out who." I started walking. Behind me, I heard Brian follow. And somewhere in the night, a silver cage was being transported to a buyer who had paid seventy million dollars for the tools to contain me. Twenty-three days until the Accord. And the trap was already being built.

"No. We survived by making sure someone else was locked in the basement before guests arrived." The golden receipts around Susan flickered. Some tried to fold themselves shut. She did not let them. Jack felt every verb move through his blood like oxygen returning to a limb held too long in chains. It hurt. Living things often did when they came back. Caleb stepped closer to the Cage Files. His cold mask thinned as he saw names the archive had not allowed him to know. "They were not weak," he said. "No," Jack answered. "They were inconvenient." The First Successful Cage looked at him, and for the first time the resemblance between them was not frightening. It was sad.

Of all things, he had to say that after he treated me like a caged sex toy? I didn't know whether my legs were shaking from fear or something else entirely. "But I've never, " "Shh." He lifted a finger to my lips. "You don't have to learn anything." His gaze dipped to my mouth, lingering. "Just answer one question." He raised the cuffs so they hovered inches from my throat. "Do you want to try?" My breath caught. A thousand objections rose in me. He's a cruel billionaire with a double life. He's your employer. He has a fiancée. He can break you in ways you won't recover from.

He led me into a sprawling, multi-story mall that felt like a cathedral of glass and steel. "Choose something," Cage said, gesturing toward a rack of evening wear in a boutique where the price tags probably cost more than my first car. "You need to be ready in two hours." "Ready for what?" I asked, but he had already stepped outside the shop, standing guard by the glass doors. Fine. If Lorenzo wanted me to play the part of the dutiful Mafia wife, I would give him exactly what he asked for—with a twist of venom. I combed through the rows of silk and lace until my fingers snagged on something that felt like a weapon.

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

I instantly straightened up, feeling a blush creep up my neck. How audacious of me! Minutes later, I found myself in an estate that was legendary in the city. COMBS REGENCY I froze, trying to process the sheer magnitude of it all. Good heavens! I knew Xavier was wealthy, but was he really from *the* famous Combs family? I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm.

"That explains why he is always here." “I have a contract with his company as an architect of the new branch. ” Agatha confessed. "So you need to go back?" "I don't know what to decide, I'm still thinking about it right now." Agatha replied. "But it looks like you have no choice because you said you have a contract with them." Agatha nodded in response, knowing that she had no escape because she had signed a contract and she did not want to be imprisoned and Montreal be affected. FASTFORWARD

“Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?” I knew I was stepping on shaky ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J. Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

The master had bought me at an auction, to be his submissive sex slave. Greta hurried out of the room before I could question her, as though she was scared to say more. But I didn't need more confirmation. I knew enough already. I wasn't thinking of how I arrived here anymore but how I could escape from this imposed slavery. Don Torelli may still be out there searching for me but I refuse to be a personal hooker to a stranger, no matter how handsome he may be. The thoughts alone filled me with dread and disgust.