Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS BEAUTIFUL CAGE : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Zara's POVThe massive front doors opened before we even reached them, swinging inward with a synchronized smoothness that made my skin crawl. I didn’t see who opened them. I didn’t hear the tell-tale sound of footsteps or the groan of heavy hinges. They just… opened.It was as if the house itself were a living, breathing entity that had been waiting for our arrival. Watching. Waiting. A chill slid down my spine, settling deep in my marrow as I stepped across the threshold.The first thing I noticed wasn't the decor, but the silence. It wasn’t the peaceful quiet of a library or the restful stillness of a bedroom. It was a controlled silence—the kind where every stray sound felt intentional, measured, and allowed only by permission. My shoes clicked softly against the polished marble floor, the sharp sound echoing faintly toward the high, vaulted ceilings before being swallowed almost instantly by the vast, oppressive space.The place was… beautiful. Painfully, mockingly beautiful.I lo

Zara's POVFor a second—no one moved.No one spoke. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, like a physical weight pressing against my lungs. My heart pounded so loudly against my ribs that I was certain Luciano and Dante could hear it over the hum of the mansion’s air filtration.“I was just—”“Listening?” Luciano’s voice cut through mine like a guillotine. It wasn't loud, but it was sharp enough to draw blood.I swallowed hard, the back of my throat feeling like sandpaper. “I was looking for you.”It wasn’t a total lie, but it wasn't the truth either. I was looking for answers, and I’d found a fragment of something that felt like a death sentence.His gaze didn’t soften. In the dim light of the study, his eyes looked like obsidian—polished, black, and impenetrable. “Did you find what you were looking for, mi piccola?”The question felt like a trap door beneath my feet. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, and that was enough. His expression darkened, the shadows

Zara’s POV The silence that followed the gunshots was worse than the noise. It was a thick, suffocating thing that smelled of ionized air, spent copper, and the ancient, disturbed dust of a house that had seen too much death. I stood in the center of Luciano’s study, my breath hitching in a throat that felt like it was lined with glass. My gaze was anchored to the floor, to the jagged splinters of the mahogany door that had once represented my only safety. Now, they were just kindling for the fire Luciano was about to light. "Look at me, Zara." Luciano’s voice didn't just crack the silence; it commanded it. I forced my head up. He was silhouetted against the tall, arched windows, the moonlight catching the silver of his cufflinks and the dark, wet sheen of blood on his knuckles. He looked like a statue carved from obsidian—beautiful, cold, and utterly immovable. "You called me a Moretti," I whispered, my voice sounding like a stranger’s in my own ears. "My name is Zara Vance. I

Zara’s POV Lunch had been a cold, functional affair. Vane had delivered a tray of seared protein and bitter greens to my room, retreating without a single word, leaving me to eat in the oppressive silence of a house that felt like it was holding its breath. My fingers still carried the faint, metallic scent of gun oil—a perfume of violence that no amount of scrubbing seemed to fully erase. I felt like a machine being fueled for a race I hadn't agreed to run. By two o'clock, the "afternoon lesson" began. It didn't take place in the subterranean darkness of the shooting range. Instead, I was summoned to the Solaris, a glass-walled conservatory on the third floor that seemed to hover over the estate’s jagged cliffs like a gilded birdcage. But I wasn't there to admire the view. Three women were waiting for me, standing in a symmetrical row that felt rehearsed. They were dressed in severe charcoal suits, their hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to sharpen the angles of their faces.