Semua Bab Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student: Bab 231 - Bab 240

QueenieI sit in the main room of the club, my hands gripping the edge of my chair as I wait for Caleb to come back out of the room they hold Church in. The minutes feel like hours, the hum of voices beyond the door a low murmur that does nothing to ease the tension coiled in my chest.Rose and Maz are talking to me, and it's nice to have some time to catch up with them. I don't mention me and Caleb dating; it's too crowded, and anyone could hear.My mind races with every possibility as to why Big King wants to talk to Caleb, every worst-case scenario, until the door finally creaks open. But it’s not Caleb who steps out. It’s Doc.He approaches me, his expression carefully neutral. “Caleb’s busy,” he says, his voice calm but distant. “I’ll take you and the baby home.”A pang of disappointment shoots through me, sharp and undeniable. “Oh. Okay,” I manage to say, forcing a small smile. But as I gather my things and follow Doc out to the car, unease settles heavily in my chest. Caleb’s b

QueenieI refuse to ask for updates on King. Part of me is in denial—ignoring the possibility of his release feels safer. Another part is angry, frustrated that now, after so many months of silence, I suddenly have access to information. But the biggest part of me? It’s fear. I'm afraid of what happens if he comes home.Because then what?Everything is already a mess. I see the way Big King looks at Caleb, the disappointment etched into his face when Baby Caleb calls him “Dada.” It’s not like Caleb taught him that—it just happened. He’s the one constant presence in the baby’s life. But that doesn’t stop the weight of judgment hanging over us, doesn’t stop the ache in Caleb’s eyes whenever he catches Big King shaking his head.I’m scared for us allThis will break something. It has to. King coming home will open a wound so deep I don’t know if any of us will survive it. And I know Caleb is already bracing for it. I see it every time he looks at me, that quiet dread in his expression. H

CalebThe room feels like it’s suffocating me, the weight of Queenie’s words heavy in the air. You and King stay. My stomach twists. I glance at her, her face pale and tear-streaked, her hands trembling slightly where they rest on her lap. She’s a wreck, and it’s all because of me.My dad shoots me a look, a mix of warning and disappointment etched across his features, but he doesn’t argue. I get it, I should leave and let them talk, but I'm not willing to give her up. He walks out silently, leaving us in the tense, suffocating quiet of the cabin. The door clicks shut, and the silence grows heavier.King sits across from me, his eyes burning with a fury I’ve never seen before. He doesn’t say a word, but the way he stares at me speaks volumes.I shift uncomfortably, my hands fighting against clenching as I'm still holding the baby. I glance between him and Queenie. She avoids both our gazes, her head bowed, her hair falling forward to shield her face.“Say something,” I mutter, my voic

QueenieHis words hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over the fragile walls I’d built to protect myself. “I thought you hated me, King,” I whisper, my voice trembling as the sobs break free. My fingers clutch at his shirt, desperate to ground myself in the feel of him, the weight of his presence.“I never hated ya,” he murmurs, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. His hand strokes my back, slow and soothing, but it does little to stop the flood of tears. “I’ve loved ya every second, Queenie. Even when it felt like I had to rip myself away, I loved you.”His words twist something inside me—grief, relief, anger, all tangled together in a knot so tight I can barely breathe. “Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you find a way to explain? Do you know what it felt like to think you didn’t want me anymore?”His arms tighten around me, and he lets out a sharp exhale, his breath warm against my hair. “I didn’t know how to make it make sense. Every time I picked up the phone

KingThe roar of the engine beneath me feels like the only thin' keepin' my thoughts from tearin' me apart. I ride back to the club, needin' space, needin' to breathe without the weight of Queenie or Caleb hoverin' over me. Bein' in that cabin felt suffocatin', not because of them, but because of what I’d done to both of them, pushin' Caleb out, forcin' Queenie into a position no one should ever have to face.The open road clears my head, the wind bitin' against my skin, but it doesn’t fix anythin'. It just gives me enough clarity to realize how much I’ve missed. The freedom, the brotherhood, my family... and yet, I’ve never felt further from all of it.As the club comes into view, I slow down, taking a deep breath before pullin' into the lot. The place is quiet, too quiet, and the moment I step inside, the tension is palpable. Conversations stop, all eyes turnin' toward me.“For fuck’s sake,” I shout, throwin' my hands up. “I’m home! Cheer the fuck up, ya makin’ me miserable, ya old