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“The terms are simple.” I didn’t need to read it. I already knew the terms: Elias walks free. His debt is erased. I became Mrs. Dorian Vale. Forever. My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. “Why me?” His gaze lifted from the paper to my face. “Because I want you.” The way he said it—calm, certain, like it was a fact carved into stone—sent a shiver down my spine. I signed. My name looked too small beside his bold signature.

FIVE YEARS LATER What does a bird in a cage long for? Freedom, of course. The poor creature throws itself against the bars, desperate to escape, never realizing it has already grown used to seeing the world through iron rods. And yet, the moment it finally flutters out of its warm, familiar nest—where it was fed and cared for—it perishes. “Come on, just a little higher!” someone shouts from below, and, muttering a curse, I lift my foot onto the next branch. “Mom, hurry up, or Gosha will fly away!”

"You could have gotten out of it, but your husband didn't want to drag me into it, so he made you take the fall." I took a deep breath. Three years of my life wasted behind bars—just like that. Over a thousand days and nights, each one filled with torment. I went from the dazzling Mrs. Chapman to someone that anyone could just walk all over. The second I remembered all the tough times that person in front of me had caused, I could not hold back my hands anymore. However, before I could do anything, Winona flashed a sly smile, ripped off her clothes, and jumped into the pool.

"She's a caged bird, fluttering against the bars. Nothing I can't handle." Yaz raised an eyebrow, a single, mocking arc that sent a shiver down my spine. "Cage, huh? Sounds more like a gilded palace to me. You sure you're not just jealous I get to bring her the pretty dresses?" I stared at him, momentarily speechless. Was he actually trying to rile me up? The audacity of the man! A humourless chuckle escaped my lips. "Jealous? Of you, Yaz? Don't be ridiculous."

I'd seen that cage used a few times before, but I'd never seen someone like a bird, but that girl seemed to fit in very well with the scene, because she really resembled a small, delicate bird. The tables below the cage had been moved further away, so that everyone could appreciate the beauty of the “caged bird”. As I was paying attention to the cage, I saw Scarlett approaching the cage, she had some cut fruit in a small bowl.

I spoke and looked at him as he nodded and gave me a small smile. Though I didn't want to go to Nicolas again but I had to. I had to do it to get myself and my family free from the cage. A caged bird can do whatever it takes to get its freedom and I was a caged bird who kept thrashing inside the cage for freedom and finally got a glimpse of it. Now I just needed to wait for the devil's presence so that I could go with him and help Fardinn to track the location of his house. It wasn't a big deal anyway, was it?

Your insights can guide me as I craft the next chapters, making them even more compelling and relatable. In writing “Caged by Him,” I aimed to explore themes of love, struggle, and resilience. Each character is a reflection of real-life complexities, and I hope their journeys inspire you as much as they inspired me while writing. The emotional highs and lows are meant to engage you, to make you feel every triumph and heartache. I believe that stories have the power to connect us, to spark conversations, and to foster understanding. I hope this book does just that.

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