เข้าสู่ระบบHe made me his wife.Then he made me disappear.Our marriage was never supposed to be about love. It was a business arrangement between two powerful families, a debt the most feared man in the Night Saints MC owed my late father. I knew what I was getting into when I put his ring on my finger.I just never expected to fall hopelessly in love with the man wearing it.For three years, I have loved him quietly, even when his attention slowly shifted to another woman. Maren was never supposed to matter to me. She was his first love before me, his weakness, the woman he protected when he thought I wasn't looking.I stayed anyway.Because I believed that somewhere beneath the leather, the violence, and the cold distance, my husband still loved me.Then the enemies of the Night Saints come for us.And when he has to choose who gets to survive, he doesn't choose me. He saves Maren and gives the world an even bigger lie:His wife is dead.He doesn't know that before the attack, I was carrying his child.He doesn't know I was on my way to tell him that our marriage was about to become more than a business deal.He doesn't know that the woman he sacrificed is still alive.But when I wake up, bleeding, broken, and carrying the secret he never knew existed, one thing is certain.The wife he declared dead is no longer waiting for her husband to love her.And when the MC President finally comes looking for the woman he buried... He may discover that losing me was the one mistake he can never undo— because I chose his worst enemy, and I let that man keep what he threw away.
ดูเพิ่มเติมMIAWhen I wake up, the first thing I notice is the cold.It seeps through the clothes against my skin and settles somewhere deep inside my bones, and for several seconds I don't understand why I'm lying on a floor instead of my bed. My cheek is pressed against rough concrete, my hands are numb behind my back, and there is a dull ache spreading through my head that makes it difficult to remember the last thing I saw.I blink slowly, staring at a gray wall a few feet in front of me.The room smells like damp stone, gasoline, and something metallic—blood.The realization makes my stomach turn.I try to move, and pain shoots through my shoulder. My wrists are tied tightly enough that the rope has already rubbed the skin raw, and when I shift my legs, I discover those are restrained too. Panic rises into my throat, hot and immediate, but I force myself to breathe through it because panic won't tell me where I am, and it certainly won't get me out.The last thing I remember is the SUV.I s
MIA"Saint, I have something to tell you."He turns his head toward me, still holding my hand between both of his.For a moment, the noise from inside the clubhouse seems to disappear. The motorcycles, the voices, the occasional burst of laughter from the men inside all fade into the background until there is only Saint sitting beside me and the strange little rhythm of my heart beating too quickly."What is it?"There is nothing impatient in his voice. If anything, he sounds curious.I look at our hands.His thumb is moving slowly across my knuckles, almost absentmindedly, and the tenderness of it nearly steals the words from my mouth."I..." I swallow. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you all day."A faint crease appears between his brows. "Is something wrong?""No." I smile. "Not wrong."He watches me carefully. "Then what is it?"I take a breath. "I bought you something."His eyebrow lifts. "Something?"I nod lightly."What did you buy me?"I can't help chuckle. "If I t
MIAThe Night Saints clubhouse is already alive when we arrive.Motorcycles line the front of the building, their chrome catching the afternoon sunlight. Men move in and out through the doors, some carrying boxes, others talking in low voices. The air smells like gasoline, leather, coffee, and whatever someone is grilling around the back.This place has never felt completely like mine.It belongs to Saint now.It used to belong to my father before him.Sometimes I feel like I am only borrowing a corner of it because I happen to wear the president's ring.Saint places his hand lightly against the small of my back as we walk inside.I look down at it. Then at him. He doesn't seem to notice what he's doing.But I do. I notice everything."President." One of the men greets him.Saint nods.His hand leaves my back and I immediately miss it.God. I really am hopeless.We make it halfway across the main room before I hear a familiar voice."Saint, the meeting with the Red Vipers has been mov
MIAI look at Saint's thumb resting against the corner of my mouth, and for one stupid second, I forget how to breathe.It is such a small thing.So small that if anyone else told me about it, I would probably laugh and tell them they were reading too much into nothing. But I know Saint. I know how rarely he touches me when there isn't a reason for it, and I know how carefully I have learned to live around those small distances between us.So when his thumb brushes my skin, my whole body notices."Thank you," I whisper.His eyes stay on mine for another second before he pulls his hand away."You're staring.""I'm not."A smile threatens the corner of his mouth.I lower my eyes because I don't want him to see how much that tiny smile is doing to me.There are moments like this that make loving Saint feel almost easy.Almost.He picks up his coffee again, and I watch him take another sip.I should tell him. The little black box is upstairs in my drawer, waiting for me.I should put it i






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