TRAPPED IN MY ENEMY’S BED
Chloe has spent months hunting the man she believes responsible for the hit-and-run that ruined her mother’s life. Her only goal is justice—until a case of mistaken identity turns her life upside down.
Taken in place of a runaway bride who looks exactly like her, Chloe is dragged to the home of the groom. Then she sees his face and realizes the horrifying truth: he is the dangerous man she has been hunting. No matter how desperately she explains that she is not his wife, he refuses to believe her. To him, she is his wife and whatever game she thinks she is playing will not change that.
Now trapped in his mansion and forced to live as his wife, Chloe is cut off from her sick mother and surrounded by people who believe she is someone else. But she refuses to surrender. With a sharp tongue, stubborn courage, and a growing determination to escape, she begins searching for answers.
Who is the woman who looks exactly like her? What really happened the night her mother was injured? And why does every answer lead to another secret?
As Chloe digs deeper, the walls between her and the billionaire begin to crack. Their hostility gives way to an unexpected, dangerous attraction neither can explain. Yet Chloe still cannot trust him—and she has no idea that the truth about the accident may be far more complicated than she ever imagined.
She is determined to escape and finish what she started. He is determined not to let her go.
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Chapter: Chapter five- The devil doesn’t let goChloe's POV The man who stepped inside was tall—taller than the guards who’d dragged me here. Broad shoulders filled the doorway, the kind of solid, controlled power that didn’t need to announce itself. Strong arms under a dark shirt. Wide chest. Sharp jaw. Dark hair. The air tightened the second he crossed the threshold. Every instinct screamed that running from him would be useless. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even look at me for more than a second. He walked past me as if I were furniture, crossed to the bar, and pulled out a bottle of whisky. The glass clinked once, sharp in the silence. He poured without hurry. Only then, when he turned slightly under the light, did I see his face clearly. My breath left me. I knew that face. I'd longed to meet him face to face. I’d rehearsed it in the dark, staring at his photograph. I’d practised the words I would say when I finally stood in front of Spencer McCartney and made him answer for what he did to my mother. In those fantasies, I
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: Chapter four- Mistaken for his runawayChloe's Pov I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped into the hallway. Ruby was already gone. Two tall men stood a few feet away. They turned towards me at the same time. One of them looked me up and down, eyes narrowing. “Ma'am, you really thought you could run away from him?” The second man took a slow step closer. His voice was harder. “Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? You think escaping is something he just lets go?” I blinked. “What?” “Enough of this,” the first one said. “We’re taking you back to your husband. He’s already been informed.” My stomach dropped. Husband? What husband? I looked around quickly, half-expecting to see the girl from the bathroom still nearby. There was no one. “Are you… referring to me?” I asked. My voice sounded small. One of them exhaled, impatient. “You’re coming with us. Now.” He reached for my arm. That was when it hit me. Ruby. These men had been looking for her — and they thought I was her. Panic shot through me s
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Chapter: Chapter three- The truth must stay buriedSpencer's POV My phone buzzed against my thigh for the third time in five minutes. I ignored it because the board members could wait. Everything could wait except the numbers on that monitor, and I had already memorized them an hour ago. Olivia slept with her face turned slightly toward the window. Pale and thinner than she’d been two years ago. Her eyes opened. "How long have you been here?" she asked, voice rough with sleep. "Not long." I lied. She gave me that look—the one that said she knew I was lying and was too tired to call me on it. She was quiet for a long moment. Then: "I know why you married Ruby." The words landed right between my ribs. I didn't flinch. I'd been hit harder. "Then, you know I'd do anything to keep you alive," I said. "So let's skip the part where you guilt me, and tell me what you actually want to say." Olivia's eyes glistened. "Let her go, Spencer. She’s not a walking blood bag. She’s a person. A real person with a life and dreams and—” I leane
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Chapter: Chapter two- The woman with my face Chloe's POV The silence after my question stretched until it felt heavy enough to crush the air between us. Jeremiah stood so fast that the chair scraped hard against the floor. His face had gone tight. “We’re done here,” he said. “Don’t come back again." I stayed seated. “Jeremiah—” “I mean it.” His voice dropped lower. I could see the fear in his eyes that he tried and failed to hide. “If you know what’s good for you, stay away from Spencer McCartney. A man like that doesn’t take accusations lightly. You start pointing fingers at him, even if you’re wrong, and things can go very bad. People who push too hard against someone with his kind of power tend to regret it. You don’t want that kind of attention. You really don’t.” He still wouldn’t admit that Spencer did it, but he was more afraid of Spencer McCartney than he was of me or of the truth. “He had nothing to do with what happened to your mother,” he added, almost like he needed to say it one more time for himself. “Leave
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: Chapter one- The name behind the accidentChloe's POV The alarm went off at seven-thirty. My hand shot out and killed it before the second ring. Even that small sound felt like it was scraping the inside of my skull. I wanted to disappear under the blanket and pretend the day didn’t exist. But the thought came anyway, the same one that had been waking me for months: You can’t sleep. The real suspect is still out there. I pushed the covers off. Twenty-seven years old, and my body already felt used up. I reached for the jug of water, drank, and wiped my mouth. Then, I walked the short hallway to my mother’s room. Mom was still asleep. The left side of her face sagged the way it had since the night the car hit her. The doctors called it severe traumatic brain injury with right-sided hemiplegia. I called it the thing that took my real mother and left this fragile, childlike version behind. One whole side of her body barely moved. Her right arm stayed curled against her chest. When she spoke, the words came slow and broken, lik
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