All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vivienne's POV The silence was almost cruel. It was pulling at me from all angles, and if I was being honest, I had no idea how long I could hold on for. I’d been sitting on the edge of the bed for God knows how long, the same one where everything had fallen apart and stitched itself back together again in less than a night. I'd left the clubhouse common room to get a grip on myself, but it wasn't working. Not one bit. My fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, tracing the same pattern on my thigh like I could scrub the memory of that note off my skin.“She knows.” Two damn words, and yet they refused to stop echoing.The clock on the wall ticked too loud, and the air was too still. I needed to move, to do something that didn’t feel like drowning in my own thoughts. So I stood, tugged on Ronan’s shirt from last night, it still smelled like him, leather and smoke, and walked toward the mirror.The woman staring back looked the same, but she wasn’t. Her hair was a mess, her lips still s

Ronan's POV The hallway was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. Quiet had never meant peace in this place. Hell, it usually meant the opposite, and while I wouldn't say I'd always been bothered, it was different this time. Why? Because Vivi fucking enne was involved. A small whimper was all it took to pull me back to the present. I wanted to say it has disoriented me from the issue at hand, but I knew better. Nothing could stop whatever ache was spreading through my chest, until we both got to the bottom of this. Vivienne stood in front of me, her back pressed to the wall, eyes wide and restless like a cornered animal. My words still hung in the air between us, heavier than they had any right to be. “Tell me,” I repeated, softer this time. “What did you buy?”Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. I could almost see the war going on behind her eyes. There was panic, guilt, and even calculation, and I couldn't help but ask myself what was so important that she had to guard

Vivienne's POV Maverick didn’t speak at first, and I hated how that threw me off instantly. He just stared at me, really stared, like he was peeling back every excuse I’d ever tried to hide behind. The hallway buzzed with muffled noise from the contest and whatever the other bikers were doing, but between us, there was nothing. No sound, no movement. Just the weight of the truth pressing against my ribs.“”Why?” His jaw flexed once, the only sign of emotion on his usually unreadable face. “You should’ve told him, Viv.”My breath hitched the moment those words slid past his lips. Even if I'd tried to delude myself into thinking that I might have been overthinking and he hadn't heard or wasn't suspecting a thing, this was the wake up call that I was wrong. Maverick knew. God. He knew.“I don’t…” My voice broke, but I tried again. “I don’t know what you think you saw, but you’re wrong.”“Is that what you're going with, Vivienne?” His brows lifted, slow and skeptical. “Am I?”“Yes.

Vivienne's POV For two days, I’d been living like a shadow, a ghost, a refugee, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. When I was younger, the appeal of being alone and hidden was so high, I used to disappear on people. Friends, family, I did it a lot. Why? Because it was thrilling to an extent. And I'd read about the adrenaline that came with sneaking around and what not. So when I said what I was experiencing was totally different from what I'd seen,, felt and read, you just had to believe me. For two fucking days, I hadn't been living like myself. I hadn't been living like a person, not Ronan's wife, and not even a past of this clubhouse. It was as if I'd denounced them without them knowing. To an extent, I didn't even feel human anymore. Just, something that slipped between walls, hugged corners, and prayed no one looked too closely.Avoiding Ronan had become a full time job at this point. I’d memorized his footsteps, the sound of his voice from far down a hallway, and th

Ronan's POV For the last two days, the clubhouse had felt wrong. Not chaotic, not loud, not even violent. Just plain wrong, and it just didn't sit right with me. I tried to shake it off, I tried to tell myself it was nothing but no matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed to work. Instead, the said feeling seemed to intensify. Like something in the walls had shifted, like the ground was holding its breath, like everyone sensed a storm but didn’t know where the lightning would strike, And at the center of it all was Vivienne.Or rather, the empty spaces where Vivienne wasn’t, because she wasn’t near me. Not once, not anymore. Whenever she walked into a room? I caught only a glimpse of her leaving it. Whenever I reached for her hand? She pulled away under the excuse of grabbing something.If I sat down beside her? She suddenly remembered someplace else she needed to be.She didn’t eat with me, she didn’t sleep beside me, she didn’t look me in the eye.Not once, not even by acciden