The Biker's Favorite Sinner のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 4

Lila’s POVTHE DIAMOND on my finger caught the lamplight, throwing fractured rainbows across the ivory pages of the wedding magazine I’d been thumbing through.My life was supposed to be perfect.At twenty-one, I was the lucky girl who had clawed her way out of the shadows of leather and blood, stepping into a world of city lights and polished glass. I had Adrian Cross, the man every woman at the club still whispered about. Handsome. Wealthy. Promising me forever with a smile that looked good in every photograph.And yet, as I flipped to a spread of gowns I could never imagine myself walking in without tripping, I sighed. My clumsy fingers snagged the corner of the glossy page and ripped it. Of course. Lila Montgomery, heiress who could never walk in heels without wobbling, who spilled wine at fancy dinners, who blushed when she should’ve kept her mouth shut.Still, Adrian told me he loved me anyway. Loved me for being a little different.So why did my stomach always twist when he sai

Lila’s POVAFTER THE burial, tradition demanded we hold vigil at the house, where family and the inner circle gathered. No press, no outsiders, only blood and those bound by loyalty.And it was suffocating.Everywhere I turned, shadows clung to the walls, thick with smoke and grief. The room buzzed with low voices, whiskey glasses clinking, leather jackets shifting like restless wolves in mourning. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, far too loud, like I didn’t belong in a place carved from blood and grit.Eyes followed me, some pitying, some openly sneering. I lifted my chin higher, fingers brushing the cool diamond on my hand, as though that sparkle could shield me. Adrian’s voice echoed in my head, sharp as glass: Always hold your head high, Lila. Don’t let them see weakness.But weakness was all I felt.I was holding a paper-thin version of myself together when the perfume hit me, heady, expensive, laced with poison.“Lila Montgomery,” Vivienne purred, her voice slicing t