All Chapters of The Biker's Favorite Sinner: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lila’s POVTHE ESTATE learned how to whisper before it learned how to scream.By the third morning after the missing documents, I could feel it in the way doors closed more carefully, in the way conversations stopped the moment I entered a room. Even the light felt filtered, as if the house itself was choosing what to reveal and what to keep hidden.Adrian adapted first.He always did.He began moving through the estate like a man reclaiming territory. Meetings stacked back to back. Calls taken openly instead of behind closed doors. His name was suddenly everywhere again, spoken with confidence, spoken with authority.Spoken as if the will had not rattled him at all.At breakfast, he sat at the head of the table even when Michael was present. He spoke about upcoming appearances, about board obligations, about dinners we would host together. Always together. Always framed as inevitability.I noticed the way staff nodded faster now. The way they deferred to him without question.Adrian

Lila’s POV“SMILE,” Adrian murmured beside me. “This is your night.”The words sounded like instruction, not encouragement.I lifted my chin anyway as the doors to the east hall opened fully, light spilling out onto the front steps of the estate. Music drifted toward us, something classical and restrained, the kind of sound meant to signal wealth without joy. Inside, voices overlapped in careful conversation. Laughter arrived on cue, timed and polished.The estate board event had been Adrian’s idea.A “show of stability,” he had called it. A reminder to investors, trustees, and distant relatives that the Montgomery house remained composed despite loss. Despite rumors. Despite the will.Despite me.Adrian’s hand rested at the small of my back as we stepped inside. It pressed there, not quite painful, not quite gentle. A reminder of where I was

Lila’s POVTHE GARAGE smelled like oil and cold concrete, the kind of place that kept secrets simply by being too loud and too quiet at the same time.I had gone down there because I could not sit still anymore.After the estate event the other day, after the whispers and the way everyone had watched me like I was a variable instead of a person, the walls upstairs had started to feel like they were closing in. The garage was grounding. Real. Metal and weight and sound.Jacob was there, of course.He always was.His sleeves were rolled up, forearms bare, hands deep inside the open hood of one of the vintage cars my father had loved most. The overhead lights cast sharp lines over him, catching on muscle and tension and the quiet focus in his posture.Cole leaned against a pillar nearby, arms crossed, watching Jacob work like this was entertainment. Reece sat on a low stool, phone in hand, pretending not to watch while very clearly watching.“You’re going to strip that bolt if you keep g

Lila’s POV“MICHAEL.”The name left Adrian’s mouth before I even turned my head.The knock had not been gentle. It was not polite. It had cut straight through the room, through my lungs, through the moment where I had been trying to remember how to breathe. When the door opened, the air changed. That was the only way I could describe it. Like pressure releasing somewhere unseen.Michael stood in the doorway, one hand still resting against the wood. He took in the room in one glance. Adrian by the bed. Me sitting too still, my hands folded in my lap like they belonged to someone else.Nothing was said about what he saw. That silence did more than any accusation could have.Adrian recovered instantly. He always did. His shoulders loosened. His mouth softened into something concerned, attentive, reasonable.“Sorry,” he said, stepping back a pace. “We were just talking. It’s been a long day.”Michael nodded once, slow. His gaze flicked to me, then away again, like he was giving me space t

Jacob’s POVI DID not go back upstairs right away.After Vivienne’s voice cut through the basement air and her flashlight swept the concrete like a claim, I did what I had learned to do years ago. I stepped aside. I created space. I made it look like nothing had happened.Lila disappeared first, ushered out by Michael with his hand hovering near her back but never touching. Her face was pale, eyes too bright, body rigid in a way I recognized. Shock held together by sheer will.I watched her go.That was the problem. I watched.Vivienne looped her arm through mine as if it belonged there. Her perfume was sharp, expensive, wrong for this place. Citrus and heat and something sweet that tried too hard to be memorable.“You disappeared,” she said lightly, fingers sliding down my sleeve. “I just got back and you’re already sneaking off.”“I was working,” I replied.She smiled up at me, eyes glittering. “You always are.”I disengaged gently, stepping away before her hand could climb any high