All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sierra's POV “These are lovely,” Eve complimented, staring down at one of my paintings in hand. “You've done so many.” She looked around my studio.I hummed, moving to a stool, fighting my eyelids to stay open. “I've had a lot of free time lately,” I said.Eve had woken me up so early in the morning. Maybe it wouldn't have been too bad if I had caught up on enough sleep, but I had been awake until 5 am this morning.I had completely forgotten how late that party ran, and now I was up at 8 am. Eve nodded, acting like the manager she was.She had on a brown pants suit, her hair cut and let down. She looked completely different from her gothic self. More professional, I would say.“Going somewhere?” I asked.She spun around to face me, her eyes still on the painting she held. She hummed before raising her head. “I have to meet up with a potential investor in about,” she stared at her watch, “an hour,” she added.“

Arthur's POV “Let's go to your room. It's been a while since I've been in there,” Diane suggested, her fingers clinging onto my arm as usual.She stared at me expectant but she definitely wasn't going to get what she wanted todayI said nothing as we walked past my room to the balcony. An inflatable chair stood at the side so she could be comfortable. “Sit,” I said.“But Artie...”I gave her a look, and that quickly shut her up. She dropped on the chair with a pout. “What is it?” She asked with an attitude. I wasn't going to bother with that.Crossing my arms, I leaned against the wall on my side. “What was that about?” I asked calmly.She shrugged. “I don't know what you are talking about,” she feigned ignorance.“I'm being nice, Diane. You know how quickly that can change,” I told her.She sighed. “C'mon, I didn't say anything wrong, did I? I only told her the truth.”“You were condesce

Sierra's POV “I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry. It hurts!” Diane screamed, hammering her head on the marble floor.I wasn't the only one dumbfounded. Sarah stared wide-eyed at the side with an empty tray in hand. The front door opened, and Neil stepped in, his eyes quickly resting on Diane. Surprise spread across his face as he walked over, not uttering a word. “What's going on?” Arthur's voice came from behind.Folds formed on his forehead as he walked down the stairs, questions filling his gaze.“Arthur,” Diane sniffled, raising her head to reveal a tear-stricken face.Long gone was the smug look earlier. There was blood on her forehead, on the spot she had struck, on the ground, her hair scattered and her mascara smeared on her face. She looked beaten up, to say it plainly.“Sierra hates me,” she sobbed. “I... I apologized like you asked, but she asked me to kneel on glass to show my sincerity. When I refused, she beat

Sierra's POV “Where are you?” Eve asked over the phone.I spun around, bumping into someone. My phone dropped out of my hands, and so did the papers the person held. “I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologized, bending over to get the scattered papers off the ground.The person said nothing, head lowered with most of his face covered with a mask. He handed over my phone, and I offered him a polite smile before he walked off without a word.“That was weird,” I muttered under my breath.“What happened?” Eve’s voice came through the speakers of my phone.“Bumped into someone,” I said, looking over my shoulder at the path where the man had disappeared from.I shook my head, pushing that out of my mind. “Why did you call?” I asked.“Work,” Eve simply replied.“It’s midnight.”“Yeah, more reason we need to work.”“We?” I frowned.“I've got a wonderful idea to help boost our popularity. Wa

Sierra's POV[Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily? Think again. I will ruin you!]I quickly shut my phone screen, tossing the phone on the couch before plopping beside it. With my head on the headrest, I shut my eyes. “You don’t look good.”Mum’s voice made me open my eyes. She joined me, looking concerned. “You okay? Where’s Elvis?” she asked.“He’s upstairs. I tried to help him with his homework, but he said he doesn’t need help,” I said.“I’m guessing that’s not why you look upset,” she said.I told her everything that’s been happening. “It does sound bad, but I’m sure your brother would handle it,” she said.“Unless now I’m still getting those messages,” I told her, grabbing the phone.“Maybe someone wants to sabotage your exhibition,” she said. “Really?”“Your exhibition is in a few days. Aside from Eve, you are the main show. You need absolute concentration, and I he