LOGINElara 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.
View MoreElara’s POVThe strange thing about peace was that it never arrived all at once. For years, I had imagined it as a destination, a moment, and a finish line. I thought there would be a day when everything changed and life suddenly became simple; that was not what happened. Peace arrived quietly; it settled into ordinary mornings, it lived inside routines, it appeared in conversations that did not revolve around survival, it revealed itself through laughter that came naturally instead of desperately, and it grew slowly until one day I looked around and realised it had been here for a long time.The morning of our ride began like any other; sunlight spilled through the bedroom curtains. The house remained peaceful; no urgent phone calls interrupted the silence, no emergency meetings waited downstairs, and no threat demanded attention. Just another day, a good one.I stretched beneath the blankets and listened to the familiar sounds of the house waking around me. Footsteps moved down the
Elara’s POVThe conversation started because of a drawing, not a complicated drawing, not a particularly impressive one, just a sheet of paper covered in crooked circles, uneven lines, and enough crayon marks to convince any reasonable person that Aurelia had declared war on geometry. She sat proudly in her high chair, holding a blue crayon while Sofia pretended to analyse the artwork.“I think this one represents the collapse of modern civilisation," Sofia announced.Dean glanced at the paper. “I thought it was a horse.”“It can be both,” Sofia said.Ruin looked at them with complete seriousness. “It is clearly a motorcycle.”I laughed. “Aurelia is two years old.”He nodded. “Which makes this level of artistic detail even more impressive.”Sofia nearly choked on her coffee. Aurelia, completely unaware of the conversation, slapped both hands onto the table and smiled; the room erupted with laughter. It was one of those ordinary mornings that had become increasingly common, the kind of
Elara’s POVThe message from Teresa stayed with me for several days, not because it inflated my ego. If anything, it made me uncomfortable. The idea that people viewed me as essential felt dangerous; I understood why. For years, the club had revolved around one person; everything depended on Ruin: every decision, every crisis, every victory, and every problem.The organization survived because he carried them. The cost of that approach had been enormous; we had spent years helping the club grow beyond that dependence, and now people were beginning to view me the same way. I did not want that, neither did Ruin.One evening, that concern became the centre of an unexpected conversation; the entire leadership team gathered in the clubhouse conference room, and the atmosphere felt relaxed. No emergency had called everyone together; no crisis needed solving.The meeting existed for a different reason.The future.Axel stood near a large whiteboard covered in notes, Dean sat at one end of th
Elara’s POVThe message about expanding the programme across the state stayed on my mind for days, not because I doubted the opportunity, but because I understood what it represented. The project was large; people supported it because they believed in it, not just because they respected me or cared about the club. It had become valuable on its own; people needed it, they trusted it, and they depended on it. That realisation was both exciting and intimidating.I sat at the kitchen table early one morning reviewing notes while Aurelia slept upstairs; sunlight streamed through the windows. The house remained quiet. For once, nobody needed anything from me; the silence gave me room to think. A notebook rested open in front of me; its pages contained plans, schedules, contact information, and ideas collected over months of work.The list had grown longer than I realised in terms of housing support, childcare assistance, job placement programs, education partnerships, counselling referrals,
Elara’s POVThe air in the hall felt heavy enough to suffocate. Viktor stood between two armed guards, but he did not look afraid. He looked furious and his gaze burned into Mikhail with open hostility, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.“You dare accuse me?” Viktor demanded.Mikhail did not fl
Elara’s POVDarkness swallowed the room so completely that I could not see my own hands.Gunfire echoed through the corridor outside, loud and violent, vibrating through the metal walls of the compound. My heart slammed against my ribs as instinct forced me to drop beside the table.Ruin moved inst
Elara’s POVThe blood in the cradle would not leave my mind. Even after the guards removed it from the front gate, the image remained burned into my memory. The small wooden basket looked almost identical to the first one, but this time the blanket inside had been soaked in a deep red with no baby
Elara’s POVSleep came slowly that night, like a cautious visitor unsure it was welcome.My body felt exhausted from the day’s chaos, from the shooting lesson, from Ivan’s intrusion into the compound, and from the woman who had appeared in Ruin’s office speaking my name as if she knew me. My mind r


















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