Sleeping With The Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chloe MaddenI nodded along as my father unleashed his fury at my boss, feeling a knot of frustration tightening in my chest. It was like being caught in the crossfire of a storm, helpless to do anything.“How could someone do this to my daughter in a fucking police station? Is this a joke? How could you let this happen?” My father's voice thundered, his anger palpable in the air. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to speak out, knowing it would only further enrage him."Sorry Commissioner Madden, but you know him—" My boss attempted to explain, but my father cut him off with a vehement retort."No, that man came in here and put his hands on my daughter. How dare he do that?" My father bellowed, his face contorted with rage. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He was more concerned with his wounded pride than my safety.“How could you send Chloe in? She is the weak one. You thought she could stand up to a man like Carter?” My dad's accusation stung, though I remained silent, knowing it w

Chloe Madden “He is going to kill us. He is going to kill us.” I screamed as I told my sister what Carter warned me about. The words spilled out of my mouth in a panicked rush, each syllable loaded with fear and desperation. "Chloe, calm down," she commanded, her tone sharp and authoritative. "We need to stay calm. Dad will continue doing such things. We need to think of a permanent solution.”"But Jess, he was so... so sure of himself. He said he is going to finish it all now, he is tired of playing this game. What if he does something to mumma or you?" My voice was shaking, my hands trembling as I clutched at the memory of Carter's intense gaze and the chilling promise in his words.Jessica placed her hands on my shoulders, grounding me with her steady presence. "Chloe, listen to me. We knew this job wouldn't be easy, especially with someone like Carter Gray. He's used to getting what he wants and dad will never let that happen. So we are stuck between a rock and a hard place.”I

Chloe Madden With a nervous chuckle, I look at his handsome face, wondering what was going on his mind. The room is too quiet, the tension hanging heavy in the air. I can’t help but wonder how someone can be so unnervingly charming while simultaneously being so terrifying."So, what's the plan?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, hoping to buy some time to think of a way out of this mess.His eyes gleam with amusement as he steps closer, his breath warm against my ear. "The plan is to do something that puts my final message across well." He steps away as he removes a small first aid box from his case.My heart pounds in my chest as I glance around the room, searching for anything that could be used an excuse to get out of this. His gaze follows mine, and he lets out a soft, almost affectionate laugh."Looking for an excuse? You just have to say no, and I will leave," he says, his tone casual as he sets everything out on my coffee table like he's preparing for an art project rathe

One Year LaterChloe MaddenThe peaceful lull that had settled over the city was shattered in an instant. Violent crimes reports every five minutes of kidnapping, murders and rape had filled the station. My chest fell to the ground as I helped an elderly couple file a report for their missing daughter.With the thousands of reports filled today, we knew something was amiss. Nothing seemed to add up. But as my team and I went through the descriptions there was one thing that was evidently clear. This had nothing to do with the Lancasters. As the dust settled, a chilling message spread like wildfire: a new mob was in town.The patterns of havoc and crime were very similar to Frank Barlow, a sixty-year-old madman who ruled over two of our neighbouring countries with an iron fist, had set his sights on this country. His reputation was one of unparalleled brutality and ambition. The name alone sent creeps down the spines of those who dared to not worship him.The police were at a loss. The

Chloe MaddenAt exactly 8 p.m., I stood outside the imposing building that housed Carter’s office. The city’s lights reflected off the sleek glass facade, casting an almost eerie glow. Taking one last deep breath, I entered, ready to confront the dangerous and alluring man who held our city’s fate in his hands.I had gotten dressed at the precinct, where they had brought the dress and a makeup artist named Cindy. My lieutenant told me that Carter might be a little attracted to me and we needed to play that angle to our advantage. I wasn’t very comfortable with this because I always felt like he knew I was attracted to him, which is why he would flirt with me to use me. Deep down, I knew he didn’t really like me; he was just someone who enjoyed playing games and making people blush.The deep, crimson red dress hugged my curves in all the right places. The fabric was smooth and luxurious, flowing down with a subtle slit on one side. The neckline was tasteful yet alluring, showing just