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: 81: I Want My PrizeELARA“Is it done?”Ignacio barely drags his mouth away from the woman clinging to him, like he’s forgotten anyone else is in the room. He gives her a lazy, greasy grin and pats her hip.Dismissed.I wrinkle my nose, already looking away.The girl takes the hint, flipping her cheap extensions over her shoulder as she struts out, dragging the sickly-sweet smell of her perfume with her.God.I’ve stepped into cleaner gutters than this place.And somehow, I’m still expected to deal with him.I smooth my hands over my skirt, forcing myself to stay still. If those useless idiots at the prison had done their job properly—like I paid them to—I wouldn’t be here.I wouldn’t be anywhere near this man.From the corner of my eye, I watch Ignacio adjust his trousers, his thick fingers dragging over his stomach as he lets out a satisfied chuckle. His gaze lingers on the girl even after she’s gone, like he can still see her.Disgusting.Only when the door clicks shut does he finally look at me, irri
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Chapter: 80: Try With HimRHEAI’ve made up my mind.I’m going to see Damien.One quick call to Marek, and he begrudgingly confirms he’s at Oldie’s. Just hearing the name brings a wave of nostalgia I’m not ready for.Still.I’m going. And when I see him, I’ll tell him everything I’ve been thinking over the past forty-eight hours.I don’t have anything urgent today. The real workload doesn’t hit until tomorrow, so it’s now or never.It has to be today.I wait outside the Voss Atelier building, just right by the exit for Marek to pick me up, but the rain starts suddenly—heavy and relentless. Within seconds, it’s pouring so hard I can barely see through it.Traffic is going to be a nightmare.At this rate, I have no idea when Marek will get here.Anxiety twists in my chest. What if I miss Damien? What if he leaves before I get there? Knowing him, he probably already has a dozen other things lined up.I glance up at the sky.The rain pours harder, almost mocking me.I’ve been standing by the exit for what feels li
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Chapter: 79: Calm The BeastSEBASTIANI’m completely and utterly fucked.I can’t remember the last time I was this royally screwed. Actually, that’s not true. It’s probably right up there with the time a reporter caught me after I slept with some Saudi prince’s wife.Thank God for Christian covering it up. If her husband hadn’t killed me, Zayd would have been more than happy to finish the job.I also can’t remember the last time I came to this place. OLDIE’S AUTO WORKS is slapped across the top of the building in what has to be about fifty different safety violations, but I’m far too hungover to give a toss.I pull on my sunglasses and try to ignore the pounding in my head as I pay the cab and step out.At this point, I might as well sell all my cars. I’m always far too hungover to drive them anyway.I head toward the garage and lift a hand to a few of the lads hanging around outside.“Hey, Seb.”“Morning, Seb.”“What’s up, Seb?”The greetings bounce around so much I stop keeping track.Two familiar faces catch m
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Chapter: 78: Too Much Of A PuppetRHEA“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aurora,” he says, calm and certain. “I’ve been your biggest fan.”My lips part. “Yo—how…?”“I do apologise for the stress I put you through,” he says evenly. “I was sceptical. But it didn’t take long for you to prove exactly who you are. Talented people rarely hide themselves well, and talents like yours are not common.”He pauses, watching me carefully.“I first suspected it when I saw your portfolio. You looked familiar the moment we met, but I couldn’t place you. Later, when I looked at it again, I realised I had seen you once at Wardrobe with Victor. At the time, I didn’t even know you were Aurora.”My head spins as I try to follow his words.“I won’t ask why you changed your name,” he continues calmly. “Or what happened between you and the Hales. That is none of my concern. I’m simply grateful to finally meet you.”My thoughts twist over each other.He knows exactly who I am.And he isn’t angry. If anything, the look in his eyes is… respect.Tha
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Chapter: 77: It’s A Pleasure To Meet You, AuroraRHEA “I’m asking you on a date, Rhea.” I’m probably more stunned than I should be. I blink at him, then lift my hand as I walk away, flashing the ring on my finger. Whether he notices it or not, I have no idea. Nothing in my life has quite prepared me for a moment like this. Damien’s ring isn’t exactly subtle, and I never take it off. Did Liz never mention my husband during their company dinners? Then again, praising my work and discussing my personal life are two very different things. Especially when my private life should be obvious enough. “No, I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I really have to go.” His lips part like he’s about to respond, but I’m already moving. I hurry down the hall and knock on Christian’s door. I don’t even wait for an answer before pushing it open. Noah’s words are still echoing in my head. Seriously. What kind of timing is that? If I were any less professional, it probably would have thrown me off completely. Asking a married woman out on a date second
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Chapter: 76: When Have I Ever Lied To You?RHEADamien doesn’t come back. Not that night. Not the next day. Not even today, two days later.Well… maybe that’s not entirely true. He does leave traces of himself behind. When I get home, exhausted and completely burned out, I notice little things. His office door is unlocked for me. All my files and notes, the ones I’d left in chaos the night before, are perfectly arranged—just the way I like them. By team, then by department, and then by how much I hate them.The sight makes my chest tighten. My heart swells and aches all at once. I try to swallow the bitter pill, and it hits me harder than I expected. It’s not about the office, or the size of this house, or even the absence of his constant unsolicited advice. It’s simpler than that.I miss him. I’ve missed him every second of the past two days, and it hurts like hell.I throw myself into work, drowning in sketches and mood boards, telling myself it’s a coping mechanism. But it isn’t. There’s nothing I can do. No friends to call
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