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 MoreI waited until the house went quiet.Not asleep just that strange, careful quiet Gregory liked, where everything felt watched even when no one was speaking. Doors closed softly. Footsteps measured. The kind of quiet that wasn’t peace, just control dressed up as calm.I sat on my bed with my phone on my hand I tried Zayden’s number again.Straight to nothing.Not voicemail. Not ringing. Just… dead. Like the line had been cut somewhere far away and decided not to tell me.“Okay,” I whispered to no one. “Okay.”I told myself not to panic. I told myself this was what he said he’d do. That he warned me. That I should’ve seen this coming.Didn’t help.I scrolled up through our messages instead. The old ones. The dumb ones. The ones that weren’t about danger or threats or disappearing acts.You always frown when you think too hard.That’s because you talk too much.Liar. You like it.My chest tightened.I pressed my lips together hard, like that would
The timer on my phone kept ticking even after the screen went dark.I didn’t follow the coordinates.Not that night.I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, pipes clicking, wood settling, the distant hum of generators that had always been there and somehow now sounded like surveillance.Morning came anyway. It always does. Cruel like that.By the time I dragged myself downstairs, the house had already slipped back into its polished routine. Curtains open. Sunlight filtered just right. Breakfast laid out like a staged photograph. Nothing out of place. Nothing broken.Except me.Gregory was on a call, voice low and calm, pacing near the window like a man who believed he’d won. Evelyn stood at the counter, stirring tea she wasn’t drinking. She looked tired. Smaller.Then the doorbell rang.Once.Clean. Confident.I froze halfway down the stairs.Something in my chest tightened, the way it always did right before impact.Evelyn glanced toward the door. “Were you ex
By morning, the house was quiet again.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that felt fake, like someone had swept broken glass under a rug and hoped no one would walk barefoot. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the night over and over until it blurred into something unreal. Marcus’s face. His voice. The way he’d said my name like he already owned it.Vivienne… let’s go.Except I didn’t go.Because footsteps had echoed in the hallway. Because a door had opened somewhere. Because the moment cracked and slipped away and he was suddenly gone, like smoke pulled back into the dark.No one came to check on me.No one asked why my door was unlocked.No one noticed that I hadn’t slept.I stayed exactly where I was, wrapped in my blanket like it could protect me from memories.When the knock finally came, it was gentle.“Vivi?” my mother’s voice. Soft. Careful. “Your father wants everyone downstairs tonight.”Tonight.I didn’t answer right away.“Din
For a second, or maybe a whole minute. I wasn’t sure, I just sat there on the carpet staring at the screen like it was lying to me. Because it had to be lying. It had to be some sick joke, some hacker, some random idiot pretending to be Marcus. . ,or something Because of the alternative, the idea that Zayden was out there somewhere, taken, trapped, hurt, alone.My chest twisted so sharply I had to bend forward and grab my knees.A tiny sound came out of me. Not even a cry. More like air escaping, weak and terrified.“No… no no no…”My fingers shook so much I almost dropped the phone again. The message glared back at me like it was proud of what it’d done.He didn’t leave by choice.I pressed a hand to my mouth because my throat felt raw, like something was lodged there. And then everything inside me cracked open in one awful, quiet burst.I didn’t scream.I didn’t wail.I didn’t even sob.I just… folded.My body leaned against the bed frame, forehead pr












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