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: 63: His Wife Doesn’t ShareRHEAShe lifts her chin stubbornly. “Damien is—”“Careful,” I cut in softly.Because I don’t like the way she says his name. I don’t like the way she looks when she says it. And I definitely don’t like her calling him hers like I’m some temporary inconvenience.“You’re a stripper,” she pushes on. “You could’ve just slept with my uncle and moved on. Instead you ruined everything. When people find out a man like him is associated with someone like you—”My hands curl into fists at my sides.“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Or what delusion you’re living in,” I say evenly, even though my blood is boiling, “and I don’t care enough to figure it out.”I lean forward so we’re eye level.“But you will watch your mouth. You will not speak about my husband like that.”The word comes out sharper this time.“And you will never call him yours again.”My husband.Mine.The possessiveness in my chest surprises even me, but I don’t fight it.“You walked into my office to call Damien a liar?
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Chapter: 62: Say That AgainRHEAWendy Osborne is beautiful in a way that’s hard to pin down.Not striking. Not dramatic.Just… perfect.The kind of woman people probably once described as a lady. Soft. Composed. Endlessly patient. The type who never raises her voice and never needs to.She sets down the tea I had Liz bring her and dabs the corner of her lips with a napkin. Actually dabs.I watch her like she’s a rare species.“Thank you for the tea,” she says gently. “And for agreeing to see me.”Her voice matches her face. Calm. Polite. Controlled.I cross my arms and raise a brow. “You can thank Liz for that. I’m more interested in why you’re here.”“You’ve probably already learned about me.”“Your reputation precedes you,” I reply evenly. “And I know Vona didn’t send you to my workplace.”As stupid as Vona can be, she knows her own neck is on the line. The recording I have of our conversation would ruin her. I’d never leak it—but she doesn’t need to know that.“So,” I continue, “you must’ve done some digging
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Chapter: 61: Rather They Hate MeRHEAEveryone’s been working nonstop. The deadline is close enough to feel, like it’s breathing down our necks.And for some reason, I’ve had this constant sense of doom sitting in my chest. I can’t explain it. Nothing’s technically wrong. We’re on schedule. The team is delivering. Still, something feels… off.Everyone here is exhausted. Overworked. Over-caffeinated. Running on fumes and spite.Strangely, morale isn’t terrible.I shake off the spiral for what has to be the fifth time today and toss my empty bottle of caffeinated water into the bin.We finally locked in the campaign models last week. Since then, I’ve basically been living on set. Working with the crew. Adjusting lighting. Reviewing prototypes and samples. Scrapping most of them. Starting again.If there’s a special place in hell for perfectionists, my name is probably already engraved.I know they’re cursing me under their breath. The picky daughter of a bitch who won’t approve anything unless it’s exactly right.Can I
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Chapter: 60: A Warning Not A ThreatRHEAI press my fingers to my cheeks. They’re damp.Brilliant.I click my tongue and roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the tightness in my chest I always get when I think about Camryn. It was just a dream. Just memory clawing its way back up.The thought hurts so much it’s dizzying.“I’m fine,” I say lightly. “I must’ve been exhausted. I barely slept last night.” I dig through my handbag for my compact. “Tell me honestly. Is my makeup okay?”Marek doesn’t even hesitate. Bless him. He takes everything at face value.“Yup. All good.”I check anyway. Mascara intact. Lipstick still sharp. No visible cracks in the armour.The last week has been chaotic.I got married to Damien. Met Victor and Elara again after years. Watched the Hale empire start bleeding under public scrutiny. Every media outlet has been circling them like sharks.I used to think scandals disappeared if you paid enough.Apparently not when the person pushing the narrative has deeper pockets and a longer memory.Or wh
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Chapter: 59: Mama’s Little StarRHEA“Ma! Mama! Maaaama!”Camryn barrels toward me on unsteady little legs, her curls bouncing, arms wide like she’s about to tackle me. I barely manage to catch her before she crashes into my knees.“Oof!” I laugh as she slams into my stomach. “You’re getting so big!”She tilts her head back and grins at me, drool shining on her chin. I wipe it gently with my sleeve.Across the living room, Victor is pacing. His phone is pressed tightly to his ear, his voice low and tense. His shoes make a soft, repetitive sound against the marble floor.He’s been like that since we got back from the studio.I don’t know if I did something wrong.Maybe I should have told him the moment I saw the positive test. I should have walked out of the bathroom and said it before I even wiped my tears. But I wanted it to be a surprise. A good surprise.I thought he’d be happy.Because children are happy things.But Elara’s words play in my head. She’s right, Camryn is only two. She still needs help with everyth
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Chapter: 58: Still The Same SeductressVICTORThe vase hits the floor with a violent crash, porcelain exploding across the tiles. The sound is sharp enough to rattle the windows.Elara flinches.“Victor. Honey. I know you’re upset. I messed up tonight, but the kids are sleeping—”“Shut up!”My voice tears out of me before I can stop it. I sweep another vase off the console. It shatters at her feet, shards skidding across the floor. She stumbles back, barefoot, her breathing already unsteady.“For once in your damned life, Elara,” I snap, stalking towards her as she retreats, “just—”She bumps into the wall.I close the distance and grab her by the throat, slamming her back against it. The impact knocks the air from her lungs.“Shut. The fuck. Up.”Her hands fly to my wrist, fingers trembling. Her eyes are wide, red, already shining with tears. “Y-You’re—” she gasps. “Victor, I can’t— I can’t breathe—”The sound of her struggling cuts through the ringing in my ears, but it doesn’t quiet the rage. It fuels it.“Do you have a
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