MasukA dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.
Lihat lebih banyakVivienne's POV Three days.It had been three days since Ronan and I had finally torn down every wall between us. Three days since we'd learned the truth about our baby. Three days since he'd promised that whatever came next, I wouldn't face it alone.And yet, I still couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. Not just between us, but around us.The clubhouse had become quieter in a way that made the back of my neck prickle. Conversations stopped whenever I walked into a room, whispers followed after I left while some people smiled awkwardly before looking away.Others didn't even bother pretending, they simply stared and I could almost hear the questions running through their heads.Was she telling the truth? Did Ronan actually forgive her? Was the baby really his?Nobody dared ask me, especially not after the way Ronan had shut Lana down. That hadn't stopped them from wondering, it just meant they whispered when they thought I couldn't hear."...I still don't know wha
Vivienne's POV No.The word echoed inside my head long before it ever reached my lips.I stared at Ronan without blinking, certain I'd misheard him. I was certain my exhausted mind had twisted his words into something impossible, because it couldn't be.It simply couldn't.My lips parted, but all that came out was a barely audible whisper."...No."He didn't argue and he didn't try to convince me. Instead, he slowly reached for the hem of his shirt."What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sounding strangely distant even to my own ears.He didn't answer. Instead, he lifted the fabric just enough to expose the top of his shoulder and there it was.The tattoo.A wolf.Dark ink stretched across sun bronzed skin, the same fierce design I'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of months ago.My breathing faltered because I knew that tattoo, not because I'd studied it, but because I'd seen it when trembling fingers had pushed a leather jacket off broad shoulders while laughing so hard I could
Ronan's POV The room went deathly quiet after that, and for the next couple of seconds, neither of us moved or spoke. Heck, I could still hear the name of that bar echoing inside my head.Sin and Vibes.It shouldn't have meant anything..It should have been just another place in another city where two strangers had made bad decisions.Instead, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and wrapped a fist around my heart.I lowered myself into the chair behind me before my legs gave out completely. The wood creaked beneath my weight, but believe me when I said that was the least of my worries. "...Ronan?" Vivienne watched me carefully, but I didn't answer. I couldn't, not when my mind had become a mess of scattered memories, each one too blurry to trust.I remembered loud music, laughter, tequila, and a woman whose face I could never quite remember.I swallowed hard."Ronan?" She called again, her tiny voice pulling me back to the present. "I need you to answer something." I
Ronan's POV The heavy slam of the bedroom door upstairs echoed through my skull, but I didn't turn. I couldn't. I was still staring at the spot where Vivienne had stood, the space where the air still felt thin and bruised.Lana stood by the support beam, that smug, jagged grin still plastered across her face. Around us, the club was a graveyard of held breaths. I could feel every eye on me, waiting for the President to react, and waiting for the king to strike or bow.I shifted my weight, the leather of my jacket creaking in the silence. When I finally turned to look at Lana, my blood didn't boil, it froze."If you ever," I started, my voice dropping into a register so low it felt like a warning rumble from a dying engine, "speak to my wife like that again..."I took a slow, measured step toward her. The floorboards groaned under my boots as I stopped inches from her, watching the smirk falter. "...you’ll regret every breath you’ve drawn in this clubhouse.""I was just saying wha
Vivienne's POV “Bring her here.” The words landed heavy and final, but I didn’t move. I couldn't.My body locked up as the two men at the door shifted, ready to follow through, but something in me snapped before they could take a step.“No.” It came out sharper than I expected, louder too, and
Vivienne's POV The house learned my grief faster than I did. I told myself that I was probably overthinking and reading too much meaning into it, but the more time I spent in the house, the more the realization settled into the pit of my stomach like a heavy weight that refused to budge. The h
Ronan's POV I spoke to the doctor again because silence was eating at me. I initially wanted to talk myself out of it, I wanted to convince myself that it wasn't necessary, but the more I tried, the harder it got, and before I could yell out Maverick's name, I was already on my way to find a do
Vivienne's POV I woke up choking on air, and when I said it wasn't the best way to come around, you just had to believe me . The pain and discomfort tore into my lungs like I’d been underwater too long, my chest burning as I sucked in a sharp, panicked breath. Pain followed immediately, low,






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