All Chapters of His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Before I knew it, the New Year was here.The last few weeks had slipped by quietly like the world was giving me space to gather whatever shattered pieces of myself were left. The days were soft, nothing dramatic, nothing sharp enough to reopen wounds. Just… healing. Slow, reluctant healing.The doctor had come by three times a week, redoing my stitches, checking the beat of the heart inside me like it was a fragile machine that needed constant monitoring. He pressed his stethoscope to my chest each time with a seriousness that made my breath freeze. And every time he said, “Your heart sounds strong,” something warm and unfamiliar spread through me. Relief. Hope. Maybe both.Things with Adeline and her parents had been… unexpectedly good. Better than good. Strange, in a comforting way.It was different from how life used to be. After my dad died, home stopped feeling like home. It became a place where I tried not to breathe too loudly. A place where talking about him was like poking at

JAXSONIt has been rough these past few weeks. If I'm being honest, it's been rough for the past few months. Every day felt like dragging a weight behind me, something heavy and invisible that refused to leave me alone.Christmas was lonely and sad. The house felt too quiet, almost hollow. Not like how it used to be when Dad was alive. Back then, Christmas felt annoying but perfect—noise everywhere, music blasting, drunk laughter, Dad forcing everyone into dumb traditions he claimed made us “bond.” I used to roll my eyes at him, but now I’d give anything to hear him shouting again.This year, it was nothing like that.Cole and I drank and smoked the whole night, passing the bottle back and forth without saying much. Ryder was at the club handling things Dad used to take care of—money, alliances, settling disputes. Things that suddenly became his problem after Dad died. Nova… I didn’t even know what she did that night. She locked herself away, refused to talk, refused to come out. All

It was the next morning after New Year. The house felt quieter than usual when I stepped out of my room, still drying my hair with a small towel. The air had that early-morning calm, the kind that made everything feel strangely soft. I walked downstairs after my bath, and Mabel and Mr. Gates were already sitting at the dining table.Their faces lit up the second they saw me. That small warmth in their eyes… I wasn’t used to it. But it made something in my chest loosen just a little. I walked over and sat down.Mabel smiled gently. “How was your night?”“Was good, thanks,” I answered, matching her smile even though my voice felt light and small.She gave me a reassuring nod, “Enjoy your breakfast.”I smiled again as one of the workers plated my food in front of me. The smell was warm and comforting—truffle and spiced chicken—but I wasn’t sure if my stomach was ready for anything.Then Adeline came downstairs, her hair still messy from sleep. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders fro

BACK TO SCHOOL.By the time we reached the part of London where King’s College was located, the sun had already dipped behind the tall buildings, leaving everything washed in a soft gray glow. The car slowed as we turned down a quiet, upscale street lined with mansions that looked like they’d been plucked out of some billionaire magazine spread.I sat there, gripping the strap of my bag, feeling a little like the world had somehow mistaken me for someone who belonged here.Honestly, I had thought we were going to stay in a dorm. A normal student dorm. I had mentally prepared myself for tiny rooms, mismatched furniture, and girls arguing in hallways.But Mr. Gates told me last night that we wouldn’t be staying on campus.No — we were staying in a mansion.With the Ashford twins.Apparently, this was the same place Adeline and her twin sister stayed last year. A “friend-family” arrangement between the Gates and the Ashfords. Mr. Gates and Mr. Wolfe had bought the place together as a hal

JAXSONIt had been weeks since New Year’s Day.Weeks since everything in me cracked open and never quite fit back the same way.Life kept moving anyway. Morning after morning, I woke up to the same ceiling, the same dull weight pressing on my chest. Every day started with the same quiet hope that maybe today I wouldn’t remember. That maybe my head would be empty for once.It never was.I woke up exhausted no matter how long I lay in bed. Some nights I barely slept. Other nights I slept too much and still woke up tired. Food lost its meaning. I ate when my body complained loud enough, not because I wanted to. Whisky did nothing. Silence was worse. Noise was worse.The panic attacks came without warning now. Not loud at first. Just tightness. Short breaths. A sudden need to leave wherever I was. They were worse when my mind drifted where it always drifted.Tessa.I tried not to think about her. I tried not to picture her face. Tried not to wonder where she was, who she was with, whether