LOGINVivienne Hart has always lived by her father’s rules. As the daughter of one of the most powerful businessmen in the city, her life was planned down to the man she was supposed to marry. But when she finally stands up for herself and ends the engagement meant to strengthen her father’s empire, everything spirals out of control. A heated argument sends her storming out of his office and straight into chaos literally as she crashes into a rugged biker with a reputation for danger. Zayden Black doesn’t appreciate being disrespected, especially not by a spoiled heiress who thinks money solves everything. But fate has a strange sense of humor, and their paths keep crossing in ways neither of them expects. What begins as hatred quickly turns into something deeper and totally forbidden. Vivienne’s father would do anything to keep them apart, even if it means destroying Zayden’s life. But Vivienne has had enough of being controlled and this time, she’s fighting for herself and for the man who risked everything to save her.
View MoreThe sound of his voice froze me.I knew that tone. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.Zayden’s jaw clenched. He moved silently, his gun steady, eyes locked on the door. The air felt thick , like the world was holding its breath.“Zayden,” my father said again, his voice lower this time. “You can open the door, or I can make you.”My heart hammered. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Please, don’t open it.”Zayden didn’t move. His eyes flicked to me for a second, then back to the door.A slow creak echoed outside. Then ,the faint click of a gun being cocked.Zayden swore under his breath.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.The door burst open before I could react. Light from a car’s headlamps cut into the dark room, outlining the tall figure in the doorway.Gregory Hart.Perfect suit. Cold eyes. Not a single thing out of place , except the revolver in his hand.“Step away from my daughter.” His voice was steel.Zayden didn’t move. “She’s not your property, Gregory.”“You think I came here for a debate?” He
The sound of gunfire echoed through the pier.Loud. Sharp.Too close.Zayden pulled me lower behind the crate. My heart was pounding so hard it drowned out everything else.“Don’t move,” he hissed.Bullets hit the wood again, splintering it into tiny shards that stung my skin. I flinched, pressing my head against his chest. His body was tense, his heartbeat steady , like he’d been through this a thousand times before.“Who are they?” I gasped.He didn’t answer. Just reached for his gun, leaned out, and fired twice. Two quick shots. Someone screamed in the distance. Then silence.My ears rang. The smell of gunpowder burned in the air.Zayden turned to me. “We have to move.”I nodded, though my legs didn’t seem to understand. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. We ran , between stacks of old cargo, through puddles of rainwater, past the flickering lights that painted everything in ghostly silver.When we reached his bike, he shoved a helmet at me. “Get on.”“I....what about...”
I couldn’t breathe.The streetlight flickered above me, the photo trembling in my hands as if the night itself was mocking me. My father’s face stared back at me from that picture, standing right beside Zayden. They weren’t just two men caught in the same frame , they looked familiar with each other. Comfortable, even.“What the hell…” I whispered. My pulse thundered in my ears.I turned the photo over, hoping for something , a date, a clue, anything. There was a faint marking written in ink, half-faded. Oaxaca, 2015.My mind went blank for a moment, then flooded with noise. Zayden wasn’t just some stranger. Somehow, he and my father had crossed paths before. But how? My father was a businessman, a man of power and control. Zayden was… chaos. A biker. A man who looked like he lived by his own rules. They couldn’t have anything in common.Could they?I stuffed the photo into my bag, my hands shaking, and climbed into the car. My reflection in the rearview mirror was pale, almost ghostl
I sat in the car for what felt like hours, staring at his number on my phone screen. My thumb hovered over the call button, but I couldn’t press it. It was just ten digits ordinary, meaningless to anyone else but to me, it felt like crossing a line I could never return from.I dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and leaned back, exhaling.“Get a grip, Vivienne,” I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple. “He’s just a guy.”But even as I said it, I didn’t believe myself. There was nothing just about Zayden. Every thought of him carried heat, danger, and something I couldn’t name. I hated that a man I barely knew could get under my skin this way. I hated even more that I wanted to hear his voice again.The phone buzzed suddenly, making me jump. My heart leapt to my throat, but it wasn’t him,it was an unknown number. I sighed in relief and irritation all at once.“Hello?” I said, voice low.“Vivienne?” a familiar male voice said on the other end. Derek.I froze. “How the he
I stood there for a long time after everything still trying to make sense of what had just happened. My heart refused to calm down even though the bar was slowly returning to its rhythm. The music was blareing loudly and the people who weren't dancing were lost in conversations but it all sounded distant. I just needed to breathe.I finally turned toward the exit, weaving through the crowd and stepping out into the cold night air. The parking lot was quiet except for the faint moans coming from a car not too far from me. I could see the leg of the lady hanging out of the window while the man obviously pounded her. I had seen too much of live porn it didn't turn me on no more. I had barely taken a few steps toward my car when a voice came from behind me.“You should stay away from him.”I turned sharply first thinking it wasn't directed to me but I was the only one there. A woman stood by one of the parked cars, half-hidden in shadow. She was wearing a dark coat with her hair tied back
He blinked, finally fully noticing me. When our eyes met, I saw the shock, confusion and relief in his eyes. But it only meant one thing, he hadn't known it was me and I couldn't help but wonder if he would have helped me if he had known. My chest tightened as adrenaline surged back into my veins. I had humiliated this guy in public and locked him up there after and of all the people to be my savior the universe chose him? Karma was such a bitch. Derek groaned on the floor, clutching his side, but I barely noticed him. My mind raced with every memory from earlier in the day—the collision, the street fight, the humiliation. And now, standing before me, he was even more real and more imposing than I remembered.I swallowed hard, trying to find words. “How… how are you here?”He did not answer immediately. Instead, he glanced at Derek, then back at me, the corner of his mouth twitching. There was a dangerous amusement in his eyes, but it didn’t reach his voice when he finally spoke.“Yo


















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