He Locked Me in His GOLDEN CAGE, So I Locked Him Behind Iron Bars Chapter 07

He Locked Me in His GOLDEN CAGE, So I Locked Him Behind Iron Bars Chapter 07

Luke lay with his arms propped against the floor, thick lashes veiling the storm in his eyes. 

I scrambled to his side, my white dress soaking up 

a dark stain of blood. 

“Luke! Are you, are you okay?” My voice shook as I steadied him with one hand and reached for my 

phone to call an ambulance with the other. 

Chloe stood up from the sofa with a sudden, 

sharp motion. “Hailee? What are you doing here? 

Where’s Julian?” 

I looked up, my voice hoarse. “Are you insane?” 

Chloe’s expression twisted. “That’s not all Luke’s blood. He got into a scrap with my security detail.” 

I shifted my gaze. Sure enough, a few of her guards were nursing fresh wounds. 

She paused, then a smile flickered back onto her 

face as she smoothed her hair. 

“I just happened to mention that you were being 

bullied here. He came running.” 

“Poor Luke. So head–over–heels for you, and he 

doesn’t even know you’ve already been ruined by 

Julian.” 

“I tried to talk sense into him, but he wouldn’t 

listen. What was I supposed to do?” 

I held Luke, my throat too raw to even scream. 

He had gashes on his forehead and elbows. 

How did it come to this? 

Maybe I should tell Luke everything. Tell him about 

my past life, tell him about my plan. 

But the truth was too heavy, and there was too 

much to explain. Plus, I selfishly didn’t want him to 

know just how wretched I was in that other 

lifetime. 

Luke lowered his gaze. 

When he looked up, he leaned in and hugged me 

gently. 

“Don’t cry, Hailee.” 

Right then, the door was kicked open. 

Julian Laurence stood there, his face dark as a 

thunderhead. 

Before he could even speak, Chloe shrieked, “Can’t 

you keep your people on a leash? You let Hailee 

come here and ruin everything!” 

Chloe clenched her fists. 

The sight of us was only making her angrier. 

She inhaled sharply. “Julian, look at them. Cuddled 

up in this pathetic, tragic mess. It makes it look. 

like I’m the villain tearing them apart!” 

Julian leaned against the doorframe, watching us 

with icy detachment. “Isn’t that the truth?” 

Luke coughed, then gave my back a calm, 

soothing pat. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” 

That seemed to break the stalemate. 

Julian reached out a hand toward me. “Hailee. 

Come here.” 

I didn’t move an inch. 

Julian’s face hardened into a mask of gloom. 

The ambulance arrived shortly after. 

Outside the hospital room. 

Chloe suppressed her agitation, turning her 

sarcasm on me. “Tell me, do you even have the 

money to pay these medical bills?” 

I gave her a weary, dismissive glance. 

Ignored, Chloe gritted her teeth. “Julian, are your 

just going to let her act like this?” 

Julian remained silent, his eyes fixed steadily on 

1. me. 

Chloe bit her lip, then leaned toward Julian. “Don’t 

give her a dime. If they can’t pay, I can finally…” 

“Will you shut the hell up?” Julian flicked his gaze 

up, his tone impatient. 

Chloe’s face drained of color. She muttered a 

curse and stomped off to find a doctor, 

demanding an update on Luke. 

The corridor, heavy with the scent of antiseptic, 

fell silent. 

Julian said softly, “Not going to ask me for 

money?” 

I curled my lip. “Would you even give it to me?” 

“I would,” Julian said. “You look like you’re ready to 

throw yourself into a grave if he dies.” 

I shook my head, feeling a bone–deep exhaustion. 

Another long silence followed. 

“Hailee.” He lowered his eyes, his tone deceptively casual. “I’ve been having dreams lately.” 

I snapped my head toward him. “Dreams about 

what?” 

“In them, you’re very obedient,” Julian narrowed his 

eyes. “Just a lot thinner than you are now, and 

you’re always crying.” 

“It’s just a dream,” I said. 

“Is it?” He looked at me, his thin lips parting. “Come here. Hug me.” 

I took a step back, my rejection plain on my face. 

Fortunately, he didn’t press the issue. Before he 

left, he slipped a card into my hand. 

I rubbed the intricate patterns on the black credit 

card. 

In my past life, Julian had given me this same 

card. 

But I didn’t use it to pay the bills. 

I used my own money instead. 

The lottery ticket I’d bought really did win- 

500,000 dollars.