Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul
Elara Voss is traded like currency to prevent a war she never started.
When her father’s betrayal entangles the Bratva with the Iron Reapers Motorcycle Club, the only way to stop bloodshed is a forced union between enemies. Elara—untouched, defiant, and hiding a dangerous truth is married off to Kade “Ruin” Cross, the ruthless president of the Iron Reapers.
Ruin believes Elara is a spy.
Elara believes Ruin is a monster.
In a world governed by blood oaths, violence, and loyalty, they are bound by a marriage that neither of them wants.
Kade cross holds back his power, but his defense never falters. Over time, Elara's fear gives way to longing, then to devotion.
But love is a liability.
As mafia politics tighten, betrayals surface, and enemies close in, Elara becomes Ruin’s greatest weakness and his reason to burn the world.
When an unexpected pregnancy changes the balance of power, Ruin must choose between vengeance and the fragile future growing in his arms. Elara and kade must choose whether to ride together or destroy one another in a world where love is war and loyalty is money.
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Chapter: Chapter Eight — Mafia threats escalate (Blood Debts)Elara's POVThe photo burned itself into my mind.My father knelt on concrete, his hands bound behind him, his face swollen and bruised but his eyes were still defiant. Still alive. The timestamp blinked in the corner of the image, cruel and precise.Recent.My fingers shook as I locked my phone and slid it into my pocket, as it might bite me.Ruin watched me from across the room. He didn’t ask what the message said. He already knew. His jaw was set, his body coiled like a loaded weapon, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—were on me, not the threat.“They’re moving faster,” I said quietly.“Yes.”“You expected this.”“Yes.”That should have terrified me.Instead, it made me angry.“Then stop deciding everything for me,” I snapped. “I’m not a package being shipped between monsters.”Ruin stepped closer, his presence filling the space until the air felt thick. “You’re not a package,” he said lowly. “You’re leverage. And that makes you dangerous.”“I didn’t ask to be.”“No,” he agr
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Chapter Seven — The Rule That Breaks YouElara's POVThe shadow landed behind Ruin without a sound.For half a second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing, how death could move so quietly, how danger could slip into a locked room as it belonged there.Then instinct screamed.“Ruin!”He turned just as the intruder lunged.The room exploded into motion. Ruin slammed into the man mid-strike, driving him hard into the wall. The sound of bone cracking made my stomach twist. A knife clattered to the floor. Ruin didn’t give the man time to recover—his fist came down, brutal and precise.I backed away, heart hammering, every lesson from the last twenty-four hours screaming at me to survive.Rule two: don’t wander alone.Rule four: bleed quietly or scream.I screamed.Axel burst through the door, gun raised. Mara followed, eyes sharp, already assessing exits, angles, and blood.The intruder was young. Barely older than me. Blood streamed from his mouth as Ruin hauled him upright by the collar.“Who sent you?” Ruin
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Chapter Six — The RulesElara's POVI learned the Iron Reapers’ rules the same way I learned everything else in this world, by surviving what broke others.The night ended in blood and smoke, but not the way I feared. Nikolai Volkov vanished into the chaos before he could pull the trigger. Ruin didn’t chase him. He chose me instead—dragging me through a hidden stairwell as bullets tore into walls behind us, his body always between danger and my skin.By dawn, the compound stood scarred but standing.So was I.Ruin didn’t sleep after that. Neither did I.The sun rose pale and thin through the barred window, casting light across his room—across the bed I hadn’t slept in and the floor where he still sat, elbows on knees, eyes sharp and distant.“You’re watching the door,” I said quietly.“Yes.”“Expecting them to come back?”“Always.”I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself. “Is it always like this?”Ruin looked at me then, really looked. “No. Sometimes it’s worse.”I almost laughed. Almost.A knock came at
Last Updated: 2026-02-03
Chapter: Chapter Five —First NightElara's POV The first night of our marriage began with distance.Ruin laid the blanket on the floor with deliberate care, smoothing it as if order could tame the chaos humming beneath our skin. He didn’t look at me while he worked. I didn’t look away.The room smelled faintly of leather and smoke, of iron and something warm I couldn’t name. His quarters were sparse—no personal photographs, no softness. Just a bed, a desk, a chair, and the weight of a man who knew how to survive without comfort.“You should sleep,” he said quietly.I was already lying on the bed, fully clothed, my hands folded over my stomach like I could hold myself together that way. “So should you.”He paused. “I will.”On the floor.The thought sent a strange ripple through me—not relief, not fear, but something fragile and intimate. The kind that grows in the dark when no one is watching.I turned onto my side, facing him.Ruin removed his boots, then his jacket, movements efficient, controlled. When he lay down
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter Four — Wedding Without VowsElara's POV The wedding didn’t begin with music.It began with silence.A heavy, suffocating silence pressed against my ears as I stepped into the floodlit yard of the Iron Reapers’ compound, my hand locked in Ruin’s grip. Engines idled in a slow, threatening rhythm around us, motorcycles lined in a half circle like sentinels guarding a ritual older than law.This wasn’t a celebration.It was a warning.Men stood shoulder to shoulder, leather vests marked with the Iron Reapers’ insignia. Their faces were hard, unreadable. Some watched me with curiosity, others with resentment. A few looked almost… pitying.That terrified me most.I wore no white. No veil. Just a simple black dress Mara had handed me minutes earlier, her eyes soft but worried.“You stand tall,” she had whispered. “They smell fear here.”So I did.Ruin walked beside me, his presence overwhelming. He looked carved from shadow under the lights—black jacket, dark jeans, boots heavy against the concrete. His face was cold,
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter Three — Marriage ProposalElara's POVThe proposal didn’t come with a ring.It came with a contract, a loaded gun on the table, and the unmistakable understanding that saying no would get people killed.I stood in Ruin’s office while the compound outside buzzed with night preparations—engines revving, men shouting, metal clanking. Inside, the air was heavy and still, like the moment before lightning struck.Ruin sat behind the desk, broad shoulders filling the chair, hands folded as if he were about to negotiate a business merger instead of my life.I remained standing.“You said this was temporary,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You said it was a solution.”“It is,” he replied calmly.“That’s not an answer.”His gray eyes lifted to mine. Cold, focused but there was something else there, buried deep—tension, maybe. Or restraint.“The Bratva won’t accept appearances anymore,” he said. “They want permanence.”“And permanence,” I said slowly, “means marriage.”“Yes.”The word echoed in my skull.Marriag
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
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