All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Vivienne's POV Everything inside me went still immediately. It wasn't quiet, nor was it calm,but still. Like my body had forgotten how to function the second he walked in.Ronan stood at the entrance, framed by the dim light spilling in from outside, his presence cutting through the noise like it didn’t belong in the same world as everything else in this room, and for a second, just a second, I couldn’t breathe.His eyes found me immediately. Not the room, not the men, not Brick, but me. They dropped to where Brick’s hand was still wrapped around my wrist, then to my outfit, then back to my face, and something in him shifted.He didn’t move right away, didn’t rush forward, didn’t explode. He just walked in, his steps slow and measured, and each step heavy enough to make the room adjust around him.The noise died down without anyone saying a word. Conversations faded, laughter cut off, and even the music felt quieter somehow, like the air itself had decided to listen.Ronan stoppe

Ronan's POV I hadn’t stopped walking since I carried her out of that place. Not once, and honestly, I wasn't even dreaming of it My boots slammed against the pavement hard enough to jar up my spine, but it still didn’t feel fast enough, nothing felt fast enough. I hated to admit it, but it felt like I was running out of time faster than I would like. If anything were to happen to Vivienne….No. I pushed the thoughts aside immediately. I didn't need things like that crowding my mind right now. Vivienne lay against my chest, limp and trembling, blood soaking through both her clothes and mine while every second stretched into something unbearable.“Where the fuck is the car?” I roared.The sound ripped through the night so violently that three of my men nearly tripped over themselves scrambling forward.“It’s coming!” someone shouted back.“Then make it move faster!” I yelled into the night, while my grip tightened around Vivienne instinctively as another weak sound slipped from her

Vivienne's POV “What do you mean, war?” The question left me before I could stop it.Maverick looked uncomfortable immediately, and somehow that made everything worse.“I'm listening.” Ronan didn’t take his eyes off him. “Explain.”Maverick exhaled slowly before stepping further into the room. He held a folded stack of papers in one hand now, worn from being opened too many times already.“There were names inside,” he said carefully. “Locations, shipment schedules, literally everything you can think of.”“I don’t understand,” A cold feeling spread slowly through my stomach as I whispered.“You weren’t supposed to,” Ronan muttered. The words weren’t loud, but they landed hard anyway.Maverick on the other hand, continued carefully, like he was choosing what to say in front of me.“There were forged signatures too,” he said. “Markings tied to us.”“What?” Ronan went completely still beside the bed. “What kind of markings?”“The kind that makes it look like we authorized something we

Vivienne's POV The second Maverick said “We may already be too late,” the entire atmosphere changed.Ronan went still beside me, but not in shock or panic. This was worse. He became focused, that terrifying kind of focus that meant decisions were already being made in his head faster than anyone else could keep up with.“What happened?” he asked immediately.“It's not good news.” Maverick glanced toward me briefly before lowering his voice further, almost as if he was asking for permission before he spoke. “A shipment disappeared an hour ago.”“What shipment?” My stomach tightened as Ronan asked.“We don’t know yet.” Maverick scrubbed a hand down his face roughly. “But calls started coming in right after those papers surfaced.”“From who?”“Everyone.”A wave of silence followed next, and from how it echoed, it was all shades of heavy, wrong and dangerous. Then Maverick added quietly. “They think we sanctioned it.”Ice flooded my veins instantly while Ronan’s expression hardened

Vivienne's POV This was officially the worst idea I had ever had and considering my recent life choices, that was saying something.The SUV bounced over another pothole and pain shot through my side so hard I nearly bit through my tongue.A muffled whimper escaped before I could stop it."God," I whispered through gritted teeth. Everything hurt, my side hurt, my back hurt, my neck hurt and even my pride hurt.The cramped space in the back of the vehicle had seemed manageable when I'd climbed inside, but now? Now it felt like a punishment specifically designed for me.A crate dug into my shoulder every time the SUV turned. A metal latch kept jabbing my knee, and the heat was becoming unbearable.Sweat stuck my shirt to my skin and my mouth felt dry enough to crack, but first of all, nobody had found me.At first, I'd been terrified of getting caught, now I was beginning to wonder if I was simply going to die back here from dehydration and stupidity.Another bump rattled the vehicle