LOGINJune died the night her husband betrayed her. She came home pregnant to find him in bed with her stepbrother. Hours later, a bullet tore through her in a random shooting. She felt her baby slip away. She should have died. Instead, she woke up in someone else’s body. The face in the mirror wasn’t hers. Everyone called her Chloe. And the man who shot her? Nikolai, who was cold and ruthless. Their marriage was a business transaction. He used her body without tenderness, spoke to her with cruelty, and made it clear she meant nothing. He was still mourning his dead fiancée. He had no idea his wife wasn’t Chloe at all. Trapped in a stranger’s life, June had to survive in a world of wealth and secrets. She had to find her real body. She had to pretend. But things got complicated. Because secrets don’t stay buried, allies become lovers, and the man who destroyed her life is about to discover exactly who’s been sleeping in his bed.
View MoreJune’s POV The next morning, I woke up wishing I were dead. Every inch of my body screamed in protest—muscles torn and bruised, my pussy still swollen and raw from how brutally he’d fucked me the night before, my throat sore from his cock ramming down it while he made me watch in the mirror. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the sick, suffocating shame coiled in my gut. I could still feel it: the stretch of him forcing his thick length past my lips, the way my cunt had clenched and dripped even as tears ran down my face, the humiliating gush of my own wetness when he’d choked me and called me his filthy little wife. I’d come—actually come—while he used me like a disposable hole. The memory made bile rise in my throat. I stayed in bed for what felt like forever, staring at the ceiling, trying to disappear into the sheets. Eventually biology forced me up. The shower scalded my skin, but it couldn’t burn away the feeling of being filthy. I scrubbed between my legs until
June's POVI spent the rest of the afternoon searching for that key.I went through every drawer again. Checked every jewelry box. Looked inside every shoe. Pulled books off shelves to see if anything was hidden behind them.Nothing.By the time the sun started setting, my back ached from bending over and my fingers were sore from searching. But I couldn't stop. That box sat on my bed, taunting me. So close to answers, but still locked.I finally gave up when the room got too dark to see properly.I took a shower. Let the hot water run over me until it turned lukewarm. My whole body was still sore from what Nikolai had done to me last night. Every movement reminded me.When I got out, I put on a simple nightgown and sat on the edge of the bed.The locked box sat on my nightstand now. I stared at it.What was inside? What were Sarah and Amelia so worried about?I picked it up and shook it gently. Something shifted inside. Papers, maybe. Or something small and hard.I was so focused on
June's POVI didn't even know what I was looking for.That was the worst part. I was in Nikolai's room, opening drawers, running my hands along shelves, looking through papers on his desk, and I had no idea what I was hoping to find.Clues, maybe. Anything that would help me understand what happened to me. Who these people were. Why I was trapped in this nightmare.I couldn't just stay like this. Couldn't just live in somebody's shadow. Pretending to be Chloe Russell while my real life disappeared further and further into the past.And the fact that Nikolai didn't even know it was him who killed me made everything worse. He looked at me with disgust and hatred, thinking I was some desperate woman who'd manipulated him into marriage. When really, I was the woman he'd shot in cold blood at a restaurant.The woman whose babies he'd killed.Blue's number still wasn't going through. I'd tried again this morning. Nothing. Just that automated voice telling me the number wasn't available.I w
Nikolai’s PovI didn’t even know why I answered for her.The question hung in the air. My mother was staring at Chloe. Betty was staring at Chloe. Even my father had paused his meal to watch her fumble for words.She looked like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide. Mouth opening and closing. Completely frozen.It was pathetic.“She’ll start next week,” I said.Everyone’s attention shifted to me.Chloe’s head snapped in my direction, her eyes filled with something that looked like panic mixed with relief.My mother raised an eyebrow. “Next week? That’s rather soon, isn’t it? Given her condition?”“She’s fine,” I said flatly. “The doctors cleared her. There’s no reason to delay.”My father nodded approvingly. “Good. The sooner she integrates into the company, the better. We can’t have her sitting around doing nothing.”Betty smiled. “How wonderful. You’ll be working together. Just like a real married couple.”I didn’t respond to that. Just went back to my food.Chloe was still starin






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.