All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Arthur's POV Not once did I look back. I never cared about being his heir, and I don't plan to start now, but I stopped at the gate, making a call to someone. “Hello, boss,” Terrance said. “I just sent you something. I want to know the media station that ran the interview, and I want the site shutdown,” I instructed. “On it,” he said. I had taken a screenshot of the site that held Vance's lies and sent it to myself. I wasn't planning on letting it stay up. With a sigh, I got on my bike. Unfortunately, I couldn't go to Sie

Arthur's POV Jackson hopped into the driver's seat, and I joined him in the passenger seat. I had informed him of Terrence's findings, and he couldn't stay out of it. We waited at the gate, waiting and watching for any movement. “Are you sure she'll come out?” Jackson asked. “Terrance said she planned to meet him at nine. It's only a few minutes to nine, so she'll be out soon,” I replied. True to my words, Diane's car rolled out of the house. I gave a nod to Jackson as he started up the car, and we followed, keeping a safe distance away from her. 

Sierra's POV Slowly, I dropped my brush, eyes fixed on the painting before me. It was almost as big as my entire frame, the colours dancing around before my eyes. I thought I wouldn’t want to paint again. Art wasn’t my thing, I tried to convince myself, but every day, walking past my studio and remembering how happy my family was to make all this for me, I was only filled with regret. Most people trusted me; Eve, my family, my mentor and Arthur. Even before the chaos, the people loved my piece but were soon consumed by what others had to say. And then there was my son. Again, I wanted to push my zeal to paint aside once agai

Sierra’s POV“Are you nervous, Mummy?” Elvis hopped on the couch beside me.I hummed with a pout, bringing my thumb and index finger close. “A little.”“I know how to make you feel better,” he smiled, taking out a large lollipop from behind him.My eyes widened with surprise. “Where did you get that?” I asked.“I gave it to him,” Arthur walked over, a hand in his pocket.“Thank you, Uncle Arthur.” Elvis got down from the couch.Arthur ruffled his hair. “So this is why you asked to get it?” he asked.Elvis nodded. “I know Mommy would be nervous, and she said sweets made her feel better,” he said, a wide smile on his face.I took it from him. “Thank you, honey.” I pressed a kiss on his forehead.“It’s time to go, Elvis,” Mum said, coming down the stairs.“Bye, Mummy,” Elvis waved, taking Mum’s hand.“Good luck today,” Mum said before leaving with Elvis.I wasn’t sure how today would go, and so it was best Elvis was far away from the scene. I finally took a good look at Arthur. He had on

Sierra’s POVMy grip on Arthur’s hand tightened as the crowd gave way for the one who spoke. That familiar yet dreadful face stared right back at me, a smile that sent shivers down my spine plastered all over it.I wanted it to be a dream, but it wasn’t.The pain from how much I squeezed my fingers was enough to snap me out of this delusion if I was. I stumbled back, almost falling to the ground, but Arthur held me close. “Sierra,” he called into my ear.Vance seemed pleased to see me in this state. “Miss me, my dear?” he said so casually.Like he didn’t ruin me. Like he didn’t make the sight of him make my knees weak, and not in a good way. “Isn’t it a little too harsh for you to say you will never have anything to do with me? Why make me out to be the bad guy?” he spread his arms like he always did.I hated seeing him before me. It’s been a year. A year since I last set my eyes on him. I left in a hurry, almost in a frenzy. I left without bothering to look back at the home I had bee