Cage By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

But hearing it in her own ears didn’t make it bearable. Isabella wanted to talk things out, but it looked like she wasn’t needed there. They have already assumed she is the culprit and nothing is going to change it. She entered Leo’s room and sat on the bed. The room was so familiar, but it can never feel secure. It was a golden cage that was making her feel suffocating and there was a feeling she was getting after marrying Leo; she get trapped by this billionaire. The entire day, she couldn’t keep her mind sane.

But today, everyone was on edge due to the high-stakes presentation. Rose's unpredictability kept us on our toes, but we knew she wanted the best for the agency. Our fledgling advertising agency hung in the balance, awaiting the verdict of the elusive billionaire, Cade Callaghan. Securing his contract would catapult us to prominence, flinging open doors to untold opportunities. The stakes were high, and tension simmered beneath the surface. One misstep, and the contract would slip through our fingers. Michael broke the silence, "Are you ready for the presentation's finale?"

This was a cruel, selfish rich man, who was obviously spoilt and believed he could get anything he wanted. And why her? He was a good-looking man with this much money, which seemed like could be enough to buy the whole country. So why her? 'I need you', he had said. But why her? Why her in particular? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She knew she would have to find a plan to escape soon. Her life, family and mental health depended on it. But for now, all she could do was cry.

She had brought this tragedy to him. "So you kidnapped me because you wanted my help?" "There was no other way, I had to result to this. I need money, Faith." Faith sighed in relief, she could give him whatever money she had, it wasn't much to compensate for what he had gone through. "A million grand." "W_what?" Faith choked, she couldn't have heard him right. If she had such money, she probably wouldn't have lost custody to Sterling. "Aren't you married to that billionaire now? A million grand should be nothing to you."

But still, I was already in the third hallway; it was half-on-half, and I was doing this for Bailey and me. I didn’t care if Bailey did this or if she sold me out to surrogacy; I loved Bailey, and no matter what debt she managed to fix her legs in, she didn’t deserve this; she was such a sweetheart. And I couldn’t imagine whatever situation she had gotten herself into to get herself into such debt. And if I managed to make my grand escape, that would be killing two juicy eagles with one freaking pebble. My lips curled into a slight smile the moment my eyes landed on the huge window Trinity had mentioned.

“Freedom. Freedom from your so-called fancy home and your dictatorship. I do not require your ultra modern facilities and servants. They suit billionaires like you who lead a fake life in their glass castles. I care a shit about your money and your status in society. According to me money is only a means to satisfy our wants and as long as my necessaries are fulfilled, I'm happy. I don't crave to be heiress of billions.” His hands tightened to fists making them pale. He looked like he was going to kill her if Celeste wasn't going to seal her lips immediately. “Freedom from my prison and dictatorship? Now I will show you what truly a prison is for a captive like you. Secondly regarding your r

“You didn’t think I’d let you enjoy your honeymoon in peace, did you?” Jade’s breath caught in her throat. Fame. The very name sent a shock of adrenaline through her veins. ‘Fuck! I feel like I was fooled by those authorities! Me? The great Ceynol Tarragon?! A powerful billionaire was fooled by those fucking people?!’ Ceynol yelled inside his head. Ceynol’s grip on the knife tightened. His voice was deadly calm. “You’ve made a mistake coming here.” Ceynol and Jade were gritting their teeth, thinking that this man was behind bars. They thought wrong. Evil will surely think of another evilness to spread.

“We’re saving money. We can’t afford to hire anyone yet, not until I get my inheritance” Jess sighs. “Yeah, yeah. We’re broke bakers trying to build a dream.” She wipes her forehead. “Speaking of money, are you sure you don’t want to marry Christian Hilton? That's the only way to get your inheritance Penny” I throw a crumpled napkin at her. “Absolutely not.” She smirks. “You’re seriously turning down a fortune because you don’t want to be some hot billionaire’s trophy wife?” I groan, throwing my head back. “Jess.”

It's a good thing they weren't trying to get too close to us and were just busy taking pictures. Why did the popular billionaire do a very quiet wedding?? This wasn't the kind of woman I was expecting him to marry?? She looks so plain. What's with those glasses?? Who is she?? I don't think she's famous like Daniel Sutherland! I thought the rich marries the rich?? And so many talks that I could barely hear. I was glad when we finally entered the car. **** The car ride to his penthouse was silent. I stared out the window, watching buildings blur past, feeling like I was being carried away from the life I knew and dropped into a carefully built cage made of wealth, secrets, and a contract with

He walked away, his heart still burning. The next day, while others still basked in the euphoria of the party, Lord Cage paced restlessly, his mind traveling miles his legs couldn't dream of. His fur, a mix of silver and obsidian, bristled with tension. The arrival of Damon had unsettled the delicate balance of their world. Everything that seemed to make sense before had taken a turn for the worse. Cage’s instincts screamed danger, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that Alicia, the one he could beat his chest for, was at the center of it all.