Chapter 41

Ronan's POV My fists clenched at my sides as I stormed down the hall, heat still crawling over my skin like a brand I couldn’t shake off. It coiled around every part of my body, and I hated how every one of my efforts to get rid of it just seemed to worsen the entire thing. My bones were throbbing, and even I didn't need to be a medical practitioner to tell it wasn't a good thing. I also knew I didn't need to be looked into or given any medicines either. The remedy or antidote to my condition, was simply the fiery woman I'd left upstairs. Against my will of course. A groan bubbled at the base of my throat, but I tried my level best to keep it down. My cock was a steel rod, unyielding, and throbbing with the memory of Vivienne’s body pressed to mine, her scent still clinging to my shirt like sin. No matter how many times I dragged in a breath, she was there, burning behind my eyes, under my skin, and in every pulse of my blood.I knew Vivienne was a mix of fiery and feisty all in on

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

Chapter 42

Ronan's POV I didn't believe in bad luck. I always thought it was some bullshit dumbasses came up with, just so they could justify the actions of their wrong actions and misdoings, but right now, and in this moment, I think it was safe to say that I no longer agreed with that sentiment. I hadn't done anything, but somehow, I still managed to find myself on the wrong side of the stick. Fuck. My mind was a mess, and my entire body buzzed with anger, with a hint of something else. I couldn't exactly name it at the moment, but it didn't matter because I was still reeling from what the fuck had just happened here. One minute I was going to put an end to the obvious and silly commotion that dirty rat Lana was creating, and the next, she'd pressed her slimy lips against mine, in front of the entire club, and most importantly, Vivienne. The image of the hurt on Vivienne’s face before she walked out flashed at the back of mind, but I didn't let it fester. No, not when I could do something

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

Chapter 43

Vivienne’s POV The engine’s hum filled the silence, steady and low, but inside me everything was falling apart. My hands were folded tight in my lap, nails biting into my skin, as I fixed my gaze out the window. All I caught sight of were the many street lamps streaking past in blurred golds and shadows. I wasn't one to stare out during drives, but I appreciated the fact that each one we passed pulled me further from that godforsaken bar, from Ronan, and from the kiss that was never mine to stop.Stop it, Vivienne. I chided myself. Stop it. I hated myself for caring. Hated that the burn in my throat wasn’t anger alone but something sharper, and crueler. Jealousy. I was jealous of Lana, and the kiss she was able to give Ronan just a little over a while ago. The kiss I should have given him. I pressed my eyes closed, and my mind must have taken that as a sign to replay everything that had happened. One minute I was sitting in the car and the next, I was back in the bar with Lana’s l

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 43

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43