Todos os capítulos de TRAPPED IN MY ENEMY’S BED: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 19

Chloe's POV"Chloe?" Her voice cracked. She was trying to turn in the wheelchair, trying to see past Vincent, trying to find her daughter. "Chloe, where are you? Don't leave me. Please don't leave me. Chloe—Chloe—"I heard her.I heard every broken syllable. Every desperate plea. Every shattered piece of my name falling from her lips like prayers, she no longer had the strength to finish.And I couldn't answer.I pressed my forehead harder against the cold glass—so hard it hurt, so hard I thought my skull might crack. My hands were splayed against the window, fingers spread wide, as if I could reach through the glass and touch her, hold her, save her."MOM!" I screamed. "MOM, OVER HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! LOOK AT ME! PLEASE—LOOK AT ME—"But she couldn't hear me. And she was too far away, too lost in her own terror, to see the daughter who was screaming for her from behind a wall of black glass.Vincent pushed the wheelchair toward the SUV. My mother's head twisted, her eyes wild, her mou

Chloe's POVWho the hell is Olivia?The question echoed inside my skull, louder than the residual ringing from the gunshot earlier, louder than my mother’s broken voice still trapped in my ears. I sat on the edge of his bed with his fingers still locked around my jaw, forced to look up into eyes that held nothing human, and the name kept turning over and over like a blade I couldn’t put down.Olivia.Someone he would destroy the world for. Someone he would put a gun to a disabled woman’s head for. Someone he would lock me in this room and call me his property for. The sheer intensity in his voice when he said her name had been different from every other cold, sarcastic, empty thing he had thrown at me. It had weight. It had teeth. It was the first thing that had sounded almost like feeling.Spencer’s grip on my jaw loosened just enough that I could have pulled away if I tried. He didn’t look at me the way he had a second ago. His gaze drifted past my face, unfocused, as if he were rea

Chloe's POVThe first thing I registered was the softness beneath me.Not the hard marble floor. Not the leather seat of the car. Softness. Silk sheets. A pillow that smelled faintly of cedar and something cold.I opened my eyes slowly, my lashes heavy, my head pounding with a dull, persistent ache. The ceiling above me was familiar—high, white, with a single ornate light fixture I had stared at for hours the first time I was trapped here.I'm back.The thought settled over me like a weight. I was back in Spencer's bedroom. Back in the cage.I sat up slowly, my body protesting every movement, and looked down at myself. The dress I had been wearing was gone. In its place was a nightgown—soft, cream-colored silk that fell to my knees. It wasn't mine. I had never seen it before.My breath caught.Someone had undressed me.Someone had touched me while I was unconscious.My hands flew to my chest, my stomach, my hips—checking, searching, trying to remember something, anything. But there wa

Chloe's POVFor a moment, Spencer simply stared at me, as though he was beginning to regret every decision that had brought us to this point. Unfortunately for him, I had no intention of making his life easier, especially when he seemed determined to make mine a living nightmare. If he expected me to play the part of his obedient wife without a fight, he was about to discover just how badly he had misjudged me."You don't touch me unnecessarily."His eyes narrowed."Define unnecessarily.""Any touching that isn't required to prevent me from falling down the stairs, being hit by a moving vehicle, or dying in some other unfortunate accident brought about by your family's terrible influence.""You're unbelievable.""And yet, here we are."He dragged a hand over his face.I had the distinct impression that I was giving him a headache.Good.Perhaps the next time he considered kidnapping and drugging a woman for making noise, he would remember me."Anything else?" he asked."Yes. You will