All Chapters of The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

DAMIEN“I must say, it’s terribly rude of you,” Sebastian Hawthorne’s unmistakably British accent drifts across the room the moment Zayd and I step inside. “But it’s rather flattering to know there’s still something in this world capable of dragging you back to us.”For once, I’m grateful for this room. It’s secluded enough that no one else can see us, but open enough for my gaze to land on her instantly.Rhea’s back is turned.It doesn’t make a difference.I’d recognize her anywhere.And apparently, I can’t stop looking.I drop onto the couch opposite him, stretching out comfortably. Camille places a hand on Rhea’s shoulder.My gaze lingers there longer than it should—on the casual familiarity of the touch, on the spot where her hand rests.I force my eyes away. “I thought you’d be far too busy dodging another arranged marriage to notice I was gone.”Sebastian grimaces.“Well, it’s comforting to know you’re still having me followed,” he sighs dramatically before lifting a porcelain t

RHEAMy lips press together. That isn’t the way I would have put it.“I’m just trying to be your wife,” I say carefully. “In every sense of the word. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing, isn’t it? So that’s what I’m trying to do.”The moment the words leave my mouth, something changes in his expression.The faint traces of that foul mood from earlier return, settling over his face like a shadow.His jaw tightens.“What you’re supposed to be doing,” he repeats slowly.Coldly.Somewhere along the way, we’ve clearly misunderstood each other, and I can’t figure out where it happened.I try to be honest. It’s the least I can do.“Damien, at the end of the day… this is a contract.” I gesture weakly between us. “When it’s over, we both go back to our normal lives. But until then, I have to do what I promised.”His expression darkens further.“So yes,” I continue, even though something in my chest is starting to hurt. “Your wife in every sense of the word. Cooking. Maybe cleaning—though your

RHEADamien doesn’t come back. Not that night. Not the next day. Not even today, two days later.Well… maybe that’s not entirely true. He does leave traces of himself behind. When I get home, exhausted and completely burned out, I notice little things. His office door is unlocked for me. All my files and notes, the ones I’d left in chaos the night before, are perfectly arranged—just the way I like them. By team, then by department, and then by how much I hate them.The sight makes my chest tighten. My heart swells and aches all at once. I try to swallow the bitter pill, and it hits me harder than I expected. It’s not about the office, or the size of this house, or even the absence of his constant unsolicited advice. It’s simpler than that.I miss him. I’ve missed him every second of the past two days, and it hurts like hell.I throw myself into work, drowning in sketches and mood boards, telling myself it’s a coping mechanism. But it isn’t. There’s nothing I can do. No friends to call

RHEA“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aurora,” he says, calm and certain. “I’ve been your biggest fan.”My lips part. “Yo—how…?”“I do apologise for the stress I put you through,” he says evenly. “I was sceptical. But it didn’t take long for you to prove exactly who you are. Talented people rarely hide themselves well, and talents like yours are not common.”He pauses, watching me carefully.“I first suspected it when I saw your portfolio. You looked familiar the moment we met, but I couldn’t place you. Later, when I looked at it again, I realised I had seen you once at Wardrobe with Victor. At the time, I didn’t even know you were Aurora.”My head spins as I try to follow his words.“I won’t ask why you changed your name,” he continues calmly. “Or what happened between you and the Hales. That is none of my concern. I’m simply grateful to finally meet you.”My thoughts twist over each other.He knows exactly who I am.And he isn’t angry. If anything, the look in his eyes is… respect.Tha