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.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY
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Chapter: 14: Buy The Reaper’s BrideDAMIEN“Damien. What a surprise.”Ignacio Velez—president of the Cilantro Group, Wendy Osborne’s uncle, and a professional nuisance—rises from his seat to greet me. The two women flanking him shift obediently, bowing their heads as they scramble to cover bare skin that was never meant to stay uncovered for long.His private room overlooks the chaos of the club below. Vixen’s Kiss in full bloom—music, bodies, hunger. Exactly how he likes it. Front-row seats to pick which unfortunate woman he’ll drag upstairs next.He offers his hand.I glance at it. Then ignore it.The Cilantro Group is a business my family can’t afford to offend. Convenient for them. Less so for me—considering the Vosses only remember I’m “family” when it benefits them. To Ignacio, though, I’m a problem. To me, he’s a thorn with deep pockets.His jaw tightens. The hand curls into a fist before he lets it fall back to his side, expression smoothing into something polite.“You’re a difficult man to get a hold of,” he sa
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Chapter: 13: How Marriage Changes A ManDAMIENI light the cigar and watch the flame eat its way down the tip. I hate smoking. The taste, the smell, the way it clings to everything—it’s revolting.Still. It looks good on me.The men around me are screaming, bleeding, begging. A messy bunch. They thought it was a brilliant idea to cut through my territory and intercept my shipments like I wouldn’t notice. Like I wouldn’t care.Adorable.I flick a bit of ash onto the man Bones has forced to his knees. It lands on his cheek.He hisses.I snort. “Relax. If you’d behaved, this would’ve been over by now.”I crouch in front of him, resting my forearms on my thighs, cigar dangling between my fingers. “You know what fascinates me?” I say mildly. “Every idiot who crosses me thinks he’s the exception. That I’ll wake up one day and decide to be generous.”I tap the cigar once more. Ash and a bit of ember falls. He quivers.I grin, but there’s nothing amused about it.“Bad news,” I say calmly. “I’m very consistent. Now where the hell ar
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Chapter: 12: Let The Monster Claim MeRHEA“Don’t tell me you’re working again!” I startle, and the needle pricks my finger. I barely flinch—just press my bleeding finger to my mouth and check Camryn’s onesie. Thank goodness, no stain.Elara yelps. “God, Aurora, you’re disgusting! You couldn’t just wash your hands?!” She scrunches her nose like she’s physically offended.I smile at her, tilting my head. “Oh, sorry! Reflex. I didn’t even think about it. Are you okay?”“And to answer your question—I wasn’t working,” I add, lifting my creation. Weeks of work went into this. Camryn’s obsessed with abstract paintings, and tomorrow’s her second birthday. I’ve stayed up all night sewing, making this happen. The onesie looks simple, but the stones and sequins are lined perfectly to match the painting she loves. Just thinking about it makes my head ache.“It’s Camryn’s birthday gift! What do you think? Pretty, right? I haven’t finished the stoning yet, and I wanted to hand-sew the stitching…” I trail off when I notice Elara’s expr
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Chapter: 11: Stay Away From The ReaperRHEAI met Titan a year ago in prison.There were a lot of allegeds attached to her name. Cybercrime. Identity fraud. Even talk that she’d been involved in a jewel heist that disappeared with over fifty million dollars’ worth of diamonds. The kind of rumours that don’t come from nowhere.But the police could never prove any of it.So they settled for what they could—possession of an unregistered firearm.She took the charge without a fuss. Got a year. Never sold out her crew, never gave the cops a single name. Kept her head down, played the part of a model inmate, and earned an early release for good behaviour.Early enough to change my life.Titan built me a new identity from the ground up. Clean records. A believable paper trail. A death certificate convincing enough to fool anyone who went looking.And more importantly—she gave me my first real lead on Camryn.“What’s this?” I ask, pulling a document from the thick brown envelope while Titan crouches nearby, feeding a stray cat can
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Chapter: 10: Woman Like MeRHEADamien does have someone take me home.It’s a kind-looking elderly man, and to my surprise, he pulls up in a black Mercedes. Maybe all the motorbikes I’ve been on in the last twenty-four hours have finally scrambled my brain, because the sight genuinely throws me.“Thank you,” I tell him as he opens the back door for me. I slide in, and he waits until I’m settled before smiling, pleased as anything.“Anything for Prez’s old lady.”I don’t even get the chance to correct him before he shuts the door gently and walks around to the driver’s seat. Once inside, he gestures to a small button near the armrest.“You can slide the glass up if you’d like some privacy.”Grateful, I’m just about to do it when I remember something. “I’ll need to give you directions. My place is…” I hesitate, unable to find a polite word for run-down or dumpster-fire. “Very remote.”“Nonsense,” the old man—Ernest, I’ve learnt—waves me off. “Prez already told me everything I need to know. You just sit back and m
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Chapter: 9: Be My WifeRHEA“Marry me, Rhea Ashford. Be my wife.”What?That’s all my brain can manage. I just stare at him, mouth open, frozen.He doesn’t care. He pulls back, like he didn’t just drop a bomb in my chest, and folds his arms.“I answered all three of your questions, Dot,” he says calmly. “You can’t keep pretending you don’t know anything about me now.”I gape at him. Unsure if I believe my ears. He laughs.“Wow,” he says. “Is that all it takes to shut you up? I don’t like it. I much prefer it when you’re pushing every last one of my buttons.”I barely hear him. My ears are still ringing.“You want me to marry you?” I finally manage.“Do I need to get on one knee for it to count?”I bark out a laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “I’m not some innocent maiden from the 1600s. You don’t have to marry me because we slept together.” I gesture wildly between us. “We fucked, Damien. Once. It meant nothing. I don’t know you. You don’t know me—” I cut myself off with another laugh. “Is this a joke?”His ex
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