The Biker King's Bride
A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.
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Chapter: Chapter 94Ronan's POV She didn’t wake up all the way, and I hated that my mind already registered that as a bad thing. That was the first thing I noticed, before the blood on my hands, before the way my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. Vivienne’s lashes fluttered, her brow tightening like she was fighting something heavy and internal, but her eyes never fully focused.“Hey,” I said, too fast, too sharp. I probably sounded like a broken record, but right now, I didn't care about that. Not one bit. “Hey. I’ve got you.”Her body was warm and frighteningly light in my arms. I’d wrapped my jacket around her waist without thinking, applied pressure where there shouldn’t have been pressure, my instincts screaming at me to do something, anything, even if I didn’t know what the hell I was fighting.Her mouth parted, and a sound came out. It wasn't anywhere close to a word, but just a breath that sounded too broken and thin.“She’s fading,” Maverick said somewhere to my left. “I don't th
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Chapter 93Vivienne's POV The quiet was worse than the noise. There was no shouting, no revving chorus, and most importantly, no crowd pressing in close enough to blur the edges of my fear. I knew I should be grateful for the drastic drop in number, considering how many bikes had followed us here, but for some strange reason, I just couldn't shake it off. You know that saying that goes “Less is more”? Maybe it didn't mean anything good. Maybe it was actually meant for situations like this which simply meant less bikes only meant more trouble. “Stop it,” I mentally chided myself. “You're spiraling.” It was true, but sadly, acceptance did nothing to help me. I inhaled and exhaled as I did a quick sweep of the place. There were just four bikes lined up under dim lights, engines idling low, with the air thick with fuel and tension and something unsaid. The day was well on its way to breaking and even though all my life I'd always looked forward to the sun rising, I liked to think everyone wo
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 92Vivienne's POV The noise had softened into something almost pleasant by the time it started to go wrong. I should have known better than to think that whatever pleasant atmosphere would last for the rest of the night, or till whenever this hanging exit was meant to last. I knew I shouldn't have done that, but I genuinely wanted things to go my way, even if it was for a little while. Apparently, mother nature had other plans for me, and they weren't nice. All around me, the engines were quiet, and laughter carried in loose bursts. Someone had music playing low, the kind that didn’t demand attention but filled the gaps between conversations. It felt like a pause, like the night had finally exhaled, and honestly nothing like the biker's den back home. I sat on the edge of a bench near the bikes, hands wrapped around a bottle I hadn’t touched in a while. One of the drunk bikers had shoved it into my grip a little over an hour ago, but I didn't even bother sniffing it. I was still r
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: Chapter 91Vivienne's POV I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, and whether or not I was going to regret it, we were just going to have to find out later. I wouldn't exactly say I was the queen of impulsive decisions, but right now, I didn't care. I just slipped away while the noise was still high and the attention was still scattered, my body moving on instinct more than thought. My legs felt weak, like they didn’t quite belong to me, and every step sent a dull wave of nausea rolling through my stomach.I had barely made it around the corner before I gagged. I had no idea where the hell I was and honestly, I didn't care. Not like my condition gave me the chance to anyway. I braced my hands against the wall, my forehead pressing into the cool surface as my body revolted again, violent and humiliating. There was barely anything left in me, but my stomach didn’t care. It cramped and convulsed until my eyes burned and my knees threatened to give out beneath me.I didn't stop throwing up, and
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Chapter 90Vivienne's POV By the time I was standing beside the bike, I already knew my body was betraying me. A small part of me had thought that waiting the race out would do me some good, but apparently, I was wrong. I had hours, basically the whole day to get it out of my system and prepare my mind for what was to come, but still, my body refused to cooperate. At this point, it felt like my body was on lock down and absolutely nothing could make me calm down. I was feeling a million and one things all at once,but the confusing part was that it wasn't dramatic, nor was it sudden. Instead, whatever unease I was feeling came in the small, insidious things, like my fingers trembling as I tried to fasten my gloves, the faint sway in my balance when I shifted my weight, and the way my stomach rolled like it was warning me in advance.“Slow down.”’ call me crazy or whatever, but I could hear a tiny voice that could only belong to my baby whispering commands at me all through the day. “Stop.
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
Chapter: Chapter 89Vivienne's POV I found him before he found me, and I couldn't help to not comment on how that was rare these days.Ronan stood in the open space near the bikes, his shoulders squared, and voice low but commanding as he spoke to a small group of men clustered around him. He wasn’t loud, because he never had to be. People leaned in when he talked, instinctively straightening, nodding, adjusting their stances like gravity had abs shifted.I slowed my steps when I realized what he was doing.“Positions stay tight,” he said, tapping two fingers against the map spread across the table. “No gaps. I want eyes on every turn. You…” he pointed without looking up, “...you ride third. Switch with him if anything feels off.”“Why boss?” One of the men frowned. “You think someone’s gonna pull something?”“No.” Ronan’s jaw flexed. “I think Lana likes attention.”That earned a few quiet chuckles, but all I could manage was my stomach dropping lower than usual. “I don’t,” he added flatly. “Extra
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Signed to the Billionaire's Bed
One drunken mistake, one signed contract.
And now, Noelle has to spend one year in the billionaire’s bed.
Noelle's world comes crumbling when she walks into her boyfriend of three years fucking her best friend. Betrayed by her ex and suffocated by her parents’ demands, she takes her mother's advice , a blind date with a match she found on a dating app. Noelle walked into a bar looking for revenge, what she found instead was Damian Blackwood: sin in a tailored suit, the man every tabloid loved to hate.
A night of whiskey and bad decisions ended with neon lights, a priest’s collar, and a marriage certificate she doesn’t remember signing. Now, she’s Mrs. Blackwood,and the billionaire isn’t letting her walk away.
Damian offers her everything she thought she wanted: freedom from her family, payback against her ex, and more money than she’s ever dreamed of. But in exchange, he wants a polished wife on his arm,and a submissive partner in his bed.
Noelle thought she was making a deal. Instead, she signed herself into his world of power, pleasure, and rules she never knew existed.
And the fine print?
It might ruin her, or awaken a desire she can’t escape.
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Chapter: 033 Noelle Time seemed to slow to a halt as I took in what he'd just said. It was a direct order, one I was supposed to hate and probably fight against, but somehow, I found my pussy throbbing just at the thought of what was coming next. My lower belly churned in want, and it took everything in me to hold back the moan threatening to break free from my lips. In the blink of an eye, I moved to the couch, my movements jerky and fueled by a cocktail of shame and a hunger so sharp it felt like a physical ache.Shamelessly, I did exactly what he told me to do. I climbed onto the plush leather, my knees sinking in, and lowered my chest until I was pressed against the cool surface, my ass arched high in the air.I felt exposed, raw, and it shivers racing down my spine. The leather creaked against my nipples, and all that did was turn me the fuck on. Slight trembles rocked my body, and before long, I was slowly rocking my chest area back and forth, desperate for the friction and pleasu
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: 032 Noelle I didn’t have time to process the humiliation of being at his feet before his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around my throat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to cut off my air, but just enough to remind me who owned the room. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his scent, a mix of expensive bourbon and pure, predatory male, filling my lungs.“You’ve been a very bad girl today, Noelle,” he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “But you’re a very pretty one when you’re desperate.”I wanted to hate him for talking to me like that, but I couldn't. Not when every part of my body reacted to him in more ways than one. Damian didn't wait for a retort, nor a response. He leaned in instead, his mouth crashing against mine. It wasn't a kiss of reconciliation; it was a battle. My tongue fought his for dominance, a frantic, wet struggle that tasted of salt and bottled up rage. His grip on my neck tightened slightly as he angled my head, devouring me until
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Chapter: 031031 Noelle I didn’t just kiss him; I attacked. My fingers, still clenched around his collar, were the only things tethering me to him as I pulled him down, forcing our mouths together with a desperate, and almost violent need. If Damian was mad about my choice, he didn't even show it. Not one bit. Instead, his mouth moved over mine, and when he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and nipped it, a shiver raced down my spine. Damian wasted no time in soothing the scorch by running his tongue over it, before swallowing my lips again. A low, guttural growl ripped from Damian’s throat, and I felt it vibrate through his chest. His hands, which had been fisted at his sides, now moved with brutal speed. One wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulling me flush against his hard body. “Damian.” I gasped in between kisses as I felt something poke me. It was his cock, hard as a rock and the undeniable, rigid proof of his arousal pressing against my sto
Last Updated: 2025-12-16
Chapter: 030 Noelle I walked until my feet hurt and my thoughts got louder. One would at least that my mind would have cleared up a bit, even if it was a tiny bit, but I was wrong. Very very wrong. The city lights blurred past me as I moved without direction, my phone buzzing in my hand every few minutes like it was alive, like it knew I was unraveling. My chest still burned from Evan’s words, from the way he’d looked at me like I was something he could own if he wanted badly enough.My phone vibrated again.Mom: What did you do?Mom: The board is calling. This situation is getting out of hand.Mom: You need to start thinking responsibly.I stared at the screen, my vision swimming, then locked it and shoved the phone into my bag without replying.I couldn’t go back to the office. I couldn’t go to my mother’s house. There was nowhere left that didn’t feel like judgment waiting with open arms.Which left only one place.The realization sat heavy in my chest as I hailed a ride and gave the
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: 029 Noelle The restaurant was too quiet for my thoughts.Soft music played somewhere above me, something slow and jazzy meant to calm people down, but all it did was make the silence between notes feel heavier. I sat at the small table near the window, my hands folded around an untouched glass of water, my reflection staring back at me from the polished surface.Too lazy to handle your own life.I swallowed.I’d tried not to think about it. I really had. I told myself I was here to clear my head, to breathe, to feel like a normal person for once instead of a problem everyone needed to fix, or discard.But Damian’s voice kept threading itself through my skull, cold and precise. No matter how hard I troed to get rid of it, it only came back ten times harder. This is why people walk all over you.My chest tightened. I stared out the window, watching people pass by with purpose, with places to go, with lives that weren’t unraveling one insult at a time.I hadn’t even realized how lon
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Chapter: 028 Damian I didn’t stop walking until I was outside.The door to her office had barely finished reverberating from the slam before my body was already moving, muscle memory carrying me away like I hadn’t just detonated something behind me.The hallway felt too bright, too quiet and I hated it. Every single second of it. It didn't help that the employees around me were either whispering or oogling, but I didn't care about any of those. If I had my way, then best believe I would have at least snapped someone's neck, before forcing the others to scamper away. It wasn't news that I pulled both genders by being incredibly handsome and dangerously handsome, but for the life of me, I couldn't care about any of those things right now. My jaw ached from how tightly I’d been clenching it, and my hands curled into fists at my sides as I stalked toward the elevator. When the doors slid shut, sealing me inside, the silence finally hit.Hard.I leaned back against the mirrored wall, dragging
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
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