Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

My whole body felt weak as I walked along the road. It felt like my bones were too heavy for me to carry. I didn’t even know where I was heading; I just kept moving, one slow step at a time, like maybe if I kept walking, the answers would somehow meet me halfway. My phone was in my hand, and I couldn’t stop staring at the screen, waiting for his name to appear.I kept hoping Jaxson would call. I really thought he would. Every second that passed without his name lighting up on my screen made my chest feel tighter, like someone was slowly pressing a weight over my heart. I kept checking anyway. Every few steps, I’d wake my phone just to see the same thing, nothing.I dragged my hand through my hair, the frustration spilling out of me. I didn’t even know who I was angry at anymore, him, myself, or everyone. Something was going on. I could feel it in my gut. That kind of quiet that isn’t really quiet, where people look at you a second too long and whisper when they think you can’t hear. I

I walked through the gate and our security man greeted me with a smile.“Hello, Tee.”His voice carried the same warmth it always did, but today, it felt like a weight pressing against my chest. I forced a small smile and waved weakly.“Hi, Mr. John.”He nodded, still smiling, and I could feel his eyes linger as I walked toward the house. Maybe I looked tired. Perhaps he saw the redness around my eyes, the way my steps dragged like I was carrying something heavier than my bag.The moment I opened the door, the smell of fried rice hit my nose. It was warm and familiar, the kind of smell that usually made me smile, but right now it just reminded me how empty I felt inside.My mum walked out of the kitchen holding a tray of food. Her hair was tied up, and her face softened the moment she saw me.“Come, my child. Sit,” she said, her voice gentle as she carried the tray to the dining room.I followed her slowly, my heart tightening with every step. When she turned around after setting the

TESSA.I woke up the next morning to the faint light slipping through my curtains. My phone was right beside me on the bed, the screen dark. I picked it up and pressed the button. Nothing. No message. No call. Not even a missed one.My chest tightened.I sat up slowly, staring at the blank screen, wondering if maybe it would light up if I just waited. But it didn’t. It stayed quiet, the same way he did.Jaxson hadn’t texted. Not once.A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. Of course, he didn’t. This wasn’t new. He did this before, disappeared for days like my feelings didn’t matter. But this time felt worse. Maybe because I actually believed him when he said I could trust him.I threw the phone back on the bed and pressed my hands over my face. I could still feel the dull ache in my chest from last night. I told myself I wouldn’t let him do this to me again. I wouldn’t sit here waiting for someone who clearly didn’t care enough to stay.He could have called.He could have

The moment I stepped through the front door, the air felt wrong. It was too quiet.My heart pounded as I looked around the empty living room. The lamps were still on, glowing dimly against the cream walls. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the table beside the couch. The faint smell of cigar smoke lingered in the air.I took a slow breath, clutching the gun hidden at the back of my jeans. My fingers brushed against the cold metal, and my stomach twisted.Each step I took up the stairs echoed louder than I expected. The house that once felt alive—the laughter, the noise, the teasing—now felt like a stranger’s place. Every picture on the wall seemed to watch me as I climbed, my chest tightening with each breath.At the top of the stairs, I stopped in front of the heavy wooden door that led to his study. Light poured through the crack beneath it.I didn’t knock.I turned the handle and pushed it open.Victor Kane sat behind his large desk, a cigar between his fingers, a file open in f

The road looked blurry through the tears I couldn’t stop. The lights ahead smeared into long white lines as I gripped the handle so tight my knuckles turned pale. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. There was blood between my fingers, drying under my nails. I had scrubbed them on my jeans but it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t come off.Victor’s words kept echoing in my head.He brought this on himself.Every time I blinked, I saw him falling back in his chair, that stunned look on his face before the blood spread through his shirt. I could still hear the gunshot ringing in my ears. I could still smell the smoke.And then—Jaxson.The way he stepped in front of me. The sound of the bullet hitting him instead of me. The way his body crumpled. His blood. His weight.I slammed the brakes too hard at a red light and gasped when the bike jolted. My chest was pounding so hard it hurt. I pressed my forehead against my palms as I tried to breathe, but my lungs felt tight, like they’d forgotten how to w