Chapter: EPILOGUELACEYI park three streets away from Gracelyn Angels’ Orphanage, and by the time we finish the walk, my cami is plastered to my skin. I can’t tell if it’s sweat, nerves, or some unholy combination of both. Either way, I could wring the thing out.I stop just short of the gate and take a long, shaky breath, trying to summon enough courage to step inside.Julie — who literally flew back from Montreal a day early just to be here, and then walked all three scorching streets beside me with a smile bright enough to blind the sun — nudges me. “You’re becoming a mum, not losing a kidney. Try having a little sunshine about you.”“This is easy for you to say,” I mutter. My voice wobbles. “You’re not the one in my shoes. What if she hates me?”“You’ve been meeting this kid for months,” Julie says, twirling her ponytail off her sweaty neck. “If she hated you, she’d have let you know five months ago. And she’s what—two? Three? At that age I liked anyone who called my Barney backpack cute.”“Julie.
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Chapter: Luther's CubeEMILIA“Do you think it’s hot in Italy?”Tessa groans like the question has personally wronged her. I pull back from our hug, adjusting the tote on her shoulder — her gift, which she’s sworn not to open until she lands in Amalfi. Her actual handbag is hanging miserably off Aaron’s arm like he’s her overworked personal assistant. Not that he seems to mind, he barely takes his eyes off her, like he’s only half listening to Liam.I bite back a smile. Cute.“Do you want the truth or comfort?” I ask.“Comfort,” she says instantly, eyes wide and doomed.“It’s freezing,” I lie smoothly. “Pack a duvet.”She narrows her eyes. “So it’s bad.”“It’s… warm.”“It’s hell, isn’t it?” she whispers. “This man is trying to kill me.”He’s trying to marry you, but I swallow that whole secret down before it spills like an emotional crime scene across the airport floor.Honestly? Liam was right not to tell me. Because looking at Tessa now — so in love, so shiny, so stressed about the weather — it takes ever
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Chapter: AlwaysEMILIA“I must be hallucinating,” I tease, leaning against the doorway and watching my very shirtless, very distracting boyfriend navigate the kitchen. “For some reason, I’m seeing my boyfriend. That can’t be right. Mr. MVP has been far too busy to bother with his lonely, boring girlfriend.”I’d woken up in the best way possible — his side of the bed slightly messy, the faint scent of breakfast in the air, and none of it is Tessa’s doing.Now he’s in nothing but shorts and an apron, the evidence of his hand-squeezed orange juice long forgotten. He glances back at me, doesn’t even startle, and strides over. His lips crash onto mine, hard, demanding, until I can’t help but let out a soft moan. He trails kisses down my neck, nips at my collarbone, and then grins, devastatingly.“It’s not like that, my love.”“Oh?” I arch an eyebrow.“I made you breakfast. You’re just in time.”Two plates of avocado toast with perfectly poached eggs and a glass of orange juice sit on the counter. The gest
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Chapter: Confetti FallsEMILIASEVEN MONTHS LATER“Don’t push my lattes — they’re steaming, you fucker!” Tessa snarls at the guy in the red Bullhawks jersey shoving past us, and I have to bite back my smile.We’re not even inside the arena yet. Just outside Centre Bell and already it feels like we’re standing in the middle of a national emergency. Montreal fans are everywhere — face paint, flags, megaphones, and chants that sound half like French and half like threats.Julie’s clutching her bullhorn-blue scarf like it’s a life vest. “Okay… this is actually terrifying.”“That’s because Montreal actually cares about hockey,” Tessa mutters, still burning holes into Red Jersey’s spine. I’m genuinely convinced she’s memorising his face for later revenge. “Also because you look like Liam’s sister. They can smell it.”Julie snorts. “Please. They’re booing at everyone wearing blue.”“No,” Tessa says, pointing dramatically at me, “they booed directly at Emilia’s face. That was targeted.”“I’m wearing Liam’s jersey,”
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Chapter: PrincessZANEThe second game starts just as ugly as the first. From puck drop, it’s chaos. People swinging their sticks like they came here to die. Everyone’s angry. Everyone wants blood.We won yesterday, even if the whole league acted like it was some embarrassing accident. I didn’t care. A win is a win. And that’s what people expect from me. Zane Whitmoore. Winner. Champion. The standard.New York can keep crying about it. They were the ones who lost.The coaches screamed at us this morning, but I barely listened. Noise. All of it. At the end of the day, the scoreboard said what mattered.I don’t have time to think about regrets I don’t have. Especially not regrets named Emilia. She’s busy having the time of her life—front row, wearing Liam’s jersey like she earned it. She looks ridiculous, but she’s too clueless to realise that. And of course she’s with that blonde friend again. The one who ruins everything. I told her to cut that girl off ages ago.She will. Eventually. Once Liam finally
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Chapter: Cameron-Sized Mary PoppinsLIAMGetting torn a new one twice in one day does nothing for my mood. The only reason Coach doesn’t bench half the roster and redesign tomorrow’s lineup from scratch is because Chicago played just as badly as we did. Which isn’t comforting—it just means even while we tied in mediocrity, they won.After another round of video reviews and going over our formations for the umpteenth time, Coach finally lets us off the hook. Slightly. He literally orders us to head straight back to our hotels.He doesn’t have to. No one’s in the mood for drinks. No one’s in the mood for anything.We just want to disappear, shower, and pretend this game never happened.Not that Cam would ever let us stew in misery. By the time I’m out of the shower, towel over my head, he’s already suited up. Being the only one Coach doesn’t currently want to strangle means he got to shower early while the rest of us sat through review hell.Cam claps his hands once, loud, like he’s starting a team-building exercise nobod
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The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge
I was the perfect wife.
For three years, I built my husband’s empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs.
And how did Victor Hale repay me?
He stole my womb.
He stole my daughter.
He stole my freedom.
That was the day Aurora Hale died.
Now I live as Rhea Ashford — and I want blood.
One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother.
One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin.
When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he’ll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me.
It’s easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon.
But Damien isn’t just temptation in leather and ink. He’s dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own.
And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can’t tell if I’m the one using him—
Or if he’s already claimed me as his.
TW: This story is intended for 18+ mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content (including kink, elements of BDSM dynamics), strong language, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY
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Chapter: 103: UnpleasantWENDYShe hesitates.Clearly alcohol is the last thing on her mind.Still, she accepts the glass I offer.“Thank you, Miss Osbo—” She quickly corrects herself. “Mrs. Voss.”A pleased smile spreads across my face.Honestly, I can’t help it.The title sounds lovely.“You don’t need to flatter me,” I say lightly, swirling the champagne in my glass. “Though I do agree it’s only a matter of time.”Elara forces a smile.I take a delicate sip before continuing.“You asked for my help, and I’ve done as requested. I’ve certainly given Rhea quite a fright today.” I tilt my head. “But if we’re truly going to be partners, I need to know exactly what you want.”My smile never falters.“The advantages. The risks. The end goal.”I meet her gaze.“You understand why I might be suspicious when you suddenly decide you’d rather work with me than my uncle, don’t you?”Elara’s expression hardens instantly.“I want Aurora dead.”The answer comes without hesitation.Then she corrects herself.“No. Rhea.” Ha
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Chapter: 102: Where The Hell Is Marek?RHEA“Shit.”The curse slips out before I can stop it.For a moment, all I can do is stare after Wendy’s retreating figure, my pulse hammering against my ribs. Then I force myself to look away from her and focus on the girl trembling in my arms.Iris has both hands clamped tightly over her ears. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips moving soundlessly as though she’s trying to convince herself she’s somewhere else entirely.“Iris.”Nothing.“Iris, hey.”Her breathing is ragged. Too fast.The panic around us doesn’t seem to exist to her anymore. The shattered glass. The smoke. The screaming. She’s trapped somewhere inside her own head.I cup her face gently.“Iris, look at me.”Her lashes flutter.“She’s gone,” I tell her quietly. “Do you hear me? Wendy’s gone.”For a second, nothing happens. Then her eyes slowly open. They’re bloodshot and glassy with tears. Good. At least she’s looking at me.I let out a careful breath.I know this feeling.Maybe not for the same reasons, but I know w
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Chapter: 101: Sorry About The CarRHEA“Damien’s fiancée.”My eyebrows shoot up so high they nearly disappear into my hairline.What?For a second, I genuinely think I’ve misheard her.Then Wendy laughs.The sound is soft and musical, completely unlike the tension radiating from Iris beside me.“Oh, Iris.” She shakes her head fondly. “You know better than to count your chickens before they hatch.” Her smile widens slightly. “Or have they?”Iris stares stubbornly at the floor. “No.”The single word sounds forced.Wendy’s expression immediately turns sympathetic. “Oh.” The disappointment on her face is genuine.Then her attention returns to me.“I’m sorry. This must all sound terribly confusing.” She offers me a graceful smile. “I shouldn’t assume everyone knows the details.” Her gaze flickers briefly toward Iris before settling back on me. “I’m Wendy Osborne.”I know.The problem is that now I’ve met her, I’m even more confused.Nothing about her matches the picture Titan or Vona painted.She doesn’t look unstable.She
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Chapter: 100: Come HomeRHEA “I think there’s something wrong with Iris.” The words leave my mouth the second Damien picks up. I’d excused myself to the bathroom the moment Iris disappeared toward the jewellery section. Instead of checking my messages or fixing my makeup, I’d called him. Because something wasn’t sitting right. The line is quiet for a moment. Then Damien sighs. “I know, Dot.” He’s not being defensive, but he doesn’t sound surprised either. Just tired. I lean against the counter and lower my voice. “Maybe you should come get her. Whatever happened between you two, you probably need to talk.” A toilet flushes behind me. Someone exits one of the stalls and I instinctively move aside. The girl freezes when she notices me watching her. A hoodie is pulled low over her face despite being indoors, a mask covering the rest. Something about her feels familiar. Before I can place it, she drops her head and practically rushes out of the bathroom. Odd. The feeling lingers. Like I’ve forgot
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Chapter: 99: Affairs In OrderRHEAI watch Iris from my seat as she stands in front of yet another mirror, surrounded by enough attendants to run a small country.The expression on her face grows darker with every outfit they bring her.At least I’d managed to get breakfast into her first.A proper breakfast too. Eggs, bacon, toast, fruit. The works.If I’d let her survive on that ridiculous salad she’d asked for earlier, I was fairly certain someone in this store would have ended up crying by now.The moment we’d walked through Dior’s doors, she’d been swept away into photographs, promotional videos and meetings with staff who seemed one missed heartbeat away from fainting in her presence. Racks of clothing had appeared from nowhere, entire collections wheeled into private fitting rooms as though a princess had arrived.Then again, Iris Voss was probably as close to modern royalty as most people would ever get.The strangest part wasn’t even the treatment.It was the fact she clearly hated it.Another attendant o
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Chapter: 98: Winnie-The-PoohRHEA“Where to?” I ask as Iris buckles her seatbelt.She stares out the window.“I… don’t really have anywhere to go.”My fingers pause over my phone.That answer alone tells me enough.I send Damien a quick message.Me: I’m with Iris.His response comes almost immediately.Dame: Thank God.A second message follows right after.Dame: I’ve been looking everywhere for her.I glance at the girl beside me.She’s trying very hard to look indifferent.It’s not particularly convincing.Me: I don’t think she wants to see you right now.The typing bubble appears.Disappears.Appears again.Then nothing.My chest tightens.For all of Damien’s threats, sarcasm and general tendency to solve problems with violence, I’ve never once doubted how much he loves his sister.Me: Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.This time his reply takes a little longer.Dame: Thank you, Dot.A pause.Dame: I owe you one.As if.I put my phone away and turn back to Iris.“Do you want to talk about it?”“No.”The answer
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