INSANE FOR HER

chapter 3 IN HIS CAGE

At Alexander's Office**

Alexander's smirk lingered as his secretary placed a thick file on his desk. He opened it, eyes scanning the pages with meticulous precision.

**Isabella Devis**

- **Age:** 22

- **Father:** James Devis, mid-level manager at Blackwood corporation.

- **Mother:** Sarah Devis

- **Education:** Graduated with honors in Literature from a prestigious university

- **Hobbies:** Reading classic novels, painting, and volunteering at animal shelters

- **Likes:** Sunflowers, classical music, Italian cuisine, and long walks in nature

- **Dislikes:** Rudeness, crowded places, thunderstorms, and spicy food

A recent photo of Isabella caught his eye. Her bright smile and expressive eyes showed a vibrant personality. Her natural beauty was striking—soft, porcelain skin, lustrous chestnut hair that cascaded in gentle waves, and eyes that sparkled with intelligence and warmth. Her figure was graceful, slender yet curvaceous, the kind of beauty that seemed untouched by artificial enhancements. Alexander was used to seeing such beauty only among the elite, those who could afford the best treatments and luxuries. Yet, Isabella's allure was purely natural, an effortless charm that radiated from within.

There was no trace of fear in her expression, something that both intrigued and irritated him. He was used to seeing fear in the eyes of those who stood before him. He relished it. Yet, she seemed immune, even after the chaotic chase through his office.

"She doesn't fear me," he muttered, leaning back in his chair, contemplating his next move. "That will have to change."

Alexander couldn't deny his growing obsession with her. The thought of conquering her, breaking her spirit, and seeing her fear brought a twisted pleasure. He wanted to see those bright eyes filled with dread, to have her under his control.

At Alexander's Private Lounge**

Later, in his private lounge, Alexander sat with a few of his closest confidants. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the soft murmur of classical music.

"You remember that model from last month?" one of his friends asked, a smirk on his face.

"The one who tried to impress you by throwing that ridiculous party?" another chimed in, chuckling.

Alexander’s lips curled into a sneer. "Yes, I remember. She thought she could win me over with her antics. Pathetic."

"She was desperate," one friend laughed. "Trying to get on your good side, only to be dismissed the next morning. Classic."

"She learned quickly that I don’t entertain such nonsense," Alexander replied coldly. "My interests are more... refined."

"Ruthless as always, Alexander," another friend remarked. "It’s why we respect you."

Alexander’s smile was cold and calculating. He thrived on his reputation for being merciless, and he wasn’t about to change for anyone.

**Outside, a Few Days Later**

Alexander POV

Alexander was out on an errand when he noticed a familiar figure across the street. Isabella was with her friends, laughing and chatting animatedly. She seemed so different outside the confines of his building—carefree and happy. He paused, his sharp eyes narrowing as he observed her.

Isabella’s beauty was incomparable, a striking contrast to the polished elegance he was accustomed to in the circles of the wealthy elite. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, catching the sunlight and shimmering like spun gold. Her skin was flawless, with a soft, natural glow that didn’t require the artifice of makeup or expensive treatments. It was a kind of beauty that spoke of purity and authenticity, something rarely found amidst the artificial enhancements of the rich and powerful.

Her figure was a delicate balance of grace and allure, slender yet possessing curves that hinted at femininity in its purest form. As she gestured animatedly while talking, her expressive face lit up with excitement, emphasizing her radiant features. Her eyes, bright and full of life, sparkled with an inner joy that seemed to illuminate her entire being. When she laughed, it was a melodic sound that echoed through the air, infectious and genuine.

At one point, Isabella attempted to mimic a dramatic scene from a book, caught up in the moment of storytelling. Her enthusiasm was endearing but led to a moment of clumsiness as she nearly lost her balance on the uneven sidewalk. Her friends reacted swiftly, reaching out to steady her, their laughter blending with hers in a harmonious chorus of amusement.

Alexander watched with a mix of fascination and irritation. How could someone be so carefree, so unguarded in their happiness? In his world, where beauty was often a commodity to be owned and controlled, Isabella stood apart. She possessed a natural allure that surpassed the calculated charm of the elite. Her laughter was a rare melody, untainted by the pressures of wealth and influence.

In that moment, Alexander's desire to possess Isabella intensified. Every inch of her, every smile and gesture—he wanted to claim it all for himself. He didn't want anyone else to see her beauty, to share in the joy she effortlessly radiated. In his mind, she belonged to him alone, a treasure he would protect and control.

As he continued to watch, a dark resolve settled within him. Isabella didn't know it yet, but soon she would understand that in Alexander's world, all beautiful things were meant to be possessed by him. He would ensure that she saw him as the sole keeper of her beauty, her laughter, and her unblemished spirit. He wants to claim Every inch of her. He will cage her.

Isabella POV

Me and my friends, Emma, Claire, and Krysten, sat around a cozy table at their favorite café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with their laughter as they shared stories from their week.

Emma, with a mischievous glint in her eye, brought up the topic of wealth.

Emma grinned. "So, Isabella, what’s your take on the rich and famous? Ever imagine yourself living that high life?"

Isabella chuckled softly, swirling her latte. "Oh, I don’t know. I mean, sure, it’d be fun to have a personal chef and a closet full of designer shoes, but I think I’d miss the thrill of finding a great bargain at a thrift store."

Claire chimed in, her voice teasing. "Come on, Izzy, admit it. You’d totally rock those red carpet events."

Isabella’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, absolutely. Picture this—" She straightened up in her chair, mimicking an exaggerated pose of elegance. "‘I’m here for the champagne and the paparazzi, darling!’"

Her friends burst into laughter, their amusement filling the air around them.

Krysten, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, chimed in. "You’d give those celebrities a run for their money, Isabella!"

Isabella grinned, her cheeks flushed with mirth. "Well, someone’s got to bring a little humor to those fancy parties, right?"

Emma nodded, still giggling. "That’s what we love about you, Izzy. You always keep it real, no matter the setting."

Isabella shrugged playfully. "Life’s too short to worry about what others think. Besides, who needs a red carpet when you’ve got friends like you?"

The warmth of camaraderie enveloped them as they continued to share stories, each moment reinforcing their bond. Isabella cherished these times—moments of genuine laughter and shared understanding that transcended any societal expectations.

Author POV**

Isabella lived a life that revolved around simplicity and sincerity. She cherished the small joys—like the warmth of a sunrise, the pages of a beloved book, and the laughter of friends gathered around a cozy table. Her days were filled with moments of quiet reflection and bursts of creative inspiration. She had a passion for literature and art, finding solace in their timeless beauty.

Yet, amidst her everyday tranquility, Isabella often felt an unseen gaze upon her. It was a sensation that sent chills down her spine, a prickling awareness that someone was observing her from afar. She couldn’t pinpoint the source, attributing it to her vivid imagination or perhaps the bustling city streets that always seemed to have eyes watching. she ignored the feeling of being watched and continued her talks with her friends.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, each anecdote weaving into the next with shared laughter and understanding. Isabella cherished these moments with her friends—they were her anchors in a world that sometimes felt too vast and unpredictable.

When the topic of wealth and status arose, Isabella's thoughts often turned introspective. She admired the luxuries that money could afford but remained wary of the superficiality that often accompanied it. Her encounters with the affluent had been mixed—some were genuinely kind-hearted individuals, while others exuded an air of entitlement that left her unsettled.

"I mean, sure, it would be nice to travel the world in a private jet," Isabella remarked thoughtfully, stirring her coffee. "But I value experiences that money can't buy. Like genuine connections with people, or the feeling of accomplishment after finishing a challenging book."

Her friend Krysten nodded in agreement. "Absolutely! Money can't replace meaningful moments. It's the little things that make life rich."

Isabella smiled warmly, feeling reassured by her friends' understanding. In a world where wealth often dictated worth, she found comfort in their shared belief that true richness came from within.

But she doesn't know that her life is going to change, she is going to live a life of rich people which she doesn't want, her life is going to take a huge turn and she won't be able to change her faith. She is a free bird but someone is going to snatch her freedom.

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