He Locked Me in His GOLDEN CAGE, So I Locked Him Behind Iron Bars Chapter 06

He Locked Me in His GOLDEN CAGE, So I Locked Him Behind Iron Bars Chapter 06

Two weeks later. 

I stood outside the charity gala’s VIP lounge, draped in a pure white gown Julian had picked 

out. 

He’d dragged me along to the event. 

Voices drifted out from the lounge. 

“No wonder you’ve been skipping our parties.” Chloe was snarling. “You said you weren’t into girls like her, but you’re stabbing me in the back? Are we even friends anymore?” 

Julian toyed with his wine glass, completely 

indifferent. “She’s with me now. Luke doesn’t have anyone left by his side.” 

Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Oh, right! Why didn’t I think of 

that?” 

She hesitated a moment later. “But Hailee is a sneaky one. What if she’s spending your money while still playing Luke?” 

Julian raised an eyelid, spitting out two words: 

“She wouldn’t dare.” 

Chloe relaxed, beaming. “I didn’t know you had it in 

you–what a martyr. Once I get my hands on Luke, 

dinner is on me!” 

Julian gave a dismissive grunt. 

Chloe immediately started gossiping about the 

circle, her energy manic. 

Julian gave an occasional, clipped reply. 

I kept my head down, clutching my phone. 

A text from Luke popped up: [Where are you?] 

I paused, then replied: [Taking care of something. 

I’ll be back later.] 

[I’m coming to pick you up.] 

I bit my lip and sent him a lighthearted voice note: 

“Don’t bother, I’m out with some friends. Just wait 

for me to get home, okay?” 

A second later, he replied: [Okay.] 

I let out a breath. 

The door to the lounge swung open. 

Julian stood there, tall and imposing, an eyebrow 

raised. “We’re here. Why are you just standing 

outside?” 

I shook my head. “Didn’t want to interrupt.” 

Chloe let out a cold laugh nearby. “At least your 

know your place.” 

Julian reached for my hand. He looked entirely 

calm, showing no sign of the frantic energy he’d 

projected moments ago. 

“Who were you texting?” he asked. 

I shoved my phone away instantly. “Nobody.” 

Chloe’s alarm bells went off, and she scanned my 

dress and jewelry with a venomous look. 

She shot Julian a glare. “You’re awfully generous. 

That necklace…” 

Before she could finish, Julian took my hand with 

a languid, careless movement and marched me 

toward the center of the gala. 

Chloe stomped her foot behind us. “Good, see if I care! I’m going to have a hell of a night anyway!” 

I followed Julian, an eerie sensation crawling over 

my skin. 

For the first time in two lifetimes, we were getting 

along peacefully. 

He greeted people with effortless, unhurried 

charm. 

I observed him carefully. 

When Julian wasn’t spiraling, he looked like a 

refined, aloof young heir. No one would guess that 

behind closed doors, he was a volatile, obsessive 

madman. 

I heard some of the other trust–fund kids 

whispering: “Money talks. So what if Luke rejected 

Chloe? His childhood sweetheart is happy enough 

holding Julian’s cash.” 

Julian caught the murmur and glanced down at 

1. me. 

I kept my expression stone–cold. 

I clung to his arm with one hand and held a small 

piece of cake in the other. 

Julian’s lips quirked up. 

The next second. 

My face went pale. 

A figure just cut through the crowd, heading 

toward the hallway on the other side. 

It was Luke. 

What the hell was he doing here?! 

I took a step to follow him, but Julian’s fingers. tightened on my wrist. “Where are you going?” 

“Restroom.” I said. 

He gave a mocking smirk. “Restroom’s not that 

way.” 

I bit back a retort. “Nobody told me where it was, and I’ve never been to a place this huge. Are you seriously going to mock me for that?” 

My tone was sharp. 

The people around us widened their eyes, glancing 

over to see how Julian would react. 

The room fell silent. 

“Not mocking you,” he scoffed, gesturing to a 

server nearby. “Show her the way.” 

Once Julian was out of sight, I fired off a text to 

Luke: [Where are you?] 

Minutes ticked by. Nothing. 

I walked out of the restroom, only to find the 

server still waiting. 

“Mr. Laurence is worried you’ll get lost,” the server 

said politely. “He asked me to walk you back to his 

side.” 

I stared at him. 

I gave a fake cough. “I’m actually good friends. 

with Chloe. She just messaged me to meet her. I’ll 

have her take me back to Julian later, okay?” 

The server looked hesitant. 

“You know how Chloe gets,” I pressed. “And I have 

my phone, how could I possibly get lost?” 

“Okay,” the server relented. “I’ll get back to work 

then.” 

I smoothed out my dress and headed toward the 

hallway Luke had disappeared into. 

The corridor was opulent, lined with heavy, closed 

doors. 

I pressed my ear to each one, listening. Finally, I heard a noise from the one at the very end. 

My hand hovered over the handle, then dropped. 

Why was Luke even here? 

Did he… find out I was lying? 

If he was inside and saw me in this gown, what 

would he think? 

Suddenly. 

The sound of shattering glass erupted from the 

room. 

I didn’t think twice and shoved the door open. 

Blood was splattered all over the floor.