Caged Hearts 소설 & 이야기

Like A Cage Abby's Pov I felt like I was in a cage , that was how I felt staying here in Nathaniel's mansion as if I was a caged bird of some sort. Every polished surface and magnificent chandelier seemed to make fun of my situation. But my heart was absen, even though I had signed the contract. My heart beat for Fred, my boyfriend I had loved him for years and whose calls now made me feel both hopeful and afraid. Sitting on the edge of the luxurious bed in my beautiful room, I gripped my phone firmly, my palms so sweaty.

Luciano left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts I stood in the center of the room, my damp hair curling against the collar of my robe, listening to the faint murmur of voices beyond the door as the reality of it settled over me. The safehouse, which only an hour ago had felt like a sanctuary, had become something else entirely. A cage. ------------ The bedroom door didn't just latch; it sealed me into a tomb of velvet and expensive silence. I stood in the center of the room, my damp hair beginning to curl against the collar of my robe, listening to the muffled exchange of voices in the foyer. The safehouse, which only an hour ago felt like a sanctuary, had transformed into a glass c

"If you are playing me I will destroy you." "I am not " Alex said fiercely. He moved closer. ". Keep accusing me and I might start wishing I was the one selling you out." Rowan grabbed Alexs arm pulling him against the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Alex could feel the line of muscle beneath the suit. "You have no idea what you are walking into " Rowan said, voice rough. "This company is not business. It is a cage.. I am both prisoner and warden." The confession slipped out small but real. Alex caught the flash of something haunted in Rowans eyes.

A cage I built around her. Tonight, the Montclair Hotel is not a refuge. It is a tomb. An arena room. I chose 408 for its isolation, all the way down the corridor. No one will hear her sighs, her pleas. She will come burdened with desire, confident of reigning… and I will crown her with tears.

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

He was that greedy. “Start preparing yourself. The marriage is next week,” Ariana said again, her voice still cold. I gave no reply. I simply walked away. “Kyra, come back here!” she echoed behind me. But I ignored her. I reached my room, opened the door angrily, flung my school bag onto the bed, and locked my door to keep Ariana from getting in. How could they? Was that all I was to them—just a thing to be used and sold off?

Neither of them had the courage to say it aloud, but in their hearts, they promised themselves: they would do their best to make this fragile marriage work. Her hands, which had been clinging to the counter in nervous restraint, finally gave in. They trailed up his chest, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as though anchoring herself to him. His hand cupped her jaw, thumb tracing over her trembling lips as he deepened the kiss. It grew warmer, fuller, passionate, hungry, but not rushed.

I felt like my heart was being ripped apart, and I was powerless to do anything about it. This is not good. I think I just unleashed a caged beast.

Alessia's heart sank as Dmitri led her toward a large cage in the corner of the room. The cage was enclosed by thick metal bars and occupied by a group of women huddled together. Their eyes widened as she approached, a mix of fear and desperation clouding their gazes.

ARTEMIS POV I banged the door shut behind me, my chest rising and falling as I rested against the door. The picture of Aiden and that woman tangled together in the guest room was burned into my mind, an unending cycle that wouldn’t stop. “Wow,” I murmured, my tone trembling and bitter. “Just… wow.” I walked around the room, my hands shaking as rage and sorrow battled for control. A part of me felt like shouting until my throat was sore, to storm around the house and demand explanations. Yet another part of me—the part that still mattered—was too shattered to act.