All Chapters of The Biker's Favorite Sinner: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Lila’s POVNIGHT CAME quietly, like it was afraid to interrupt what the house had already decided for me.The corridors were dim when I left my room. No guards stopped me. No voices followed. The estate felt suspended, holding its breath before something irreversible.I knew where Jacob was.I always did.He was in the small sitting room near the east wing. The one that used to belong to my father. Not officially, but habitually. A place with worn leather chairs and books that had been read instead of displayed.He looked up the moment I stepped inside.“You shouldn’t be here, Lila,” he said softly.“I know.”He did not move. Did not reach for me. He never did unless I crossed the space first.I closed the door behind me. The click sounded too loud.“I can’t sleep,” I said.He nodded. &l

Lila’s POVADRIAN’S voice settled into the room like smoke.Not loud. Not rushed. Just present enough to make the air feel thinner.I did not turn around immediately. I let my eyes stay on the rim of my coffee cup, on the faint ring it left on the saucer, as if that circle could anchor me to something solid.“You look very busy,” Adrian said mildly. “Should I come back later?”Marco straightened beside me. I felt the shift in his posture even before I saw it, the way a man squares himself when patience is already running out.“No,” Marco said. “You should not.”That made me look up.Adrian stood by the doorway, one hand resting on the frame like he owned it. His suit was immaculate, his expression relaxed, almost amused. The kind of calm that only existed when someone believed they still held the upper hand.His eyes flicke

Lila’s POVTHE SILENCE after Adrian announced the date did not feel real.It stretched too long, thick and fragile, like glass about to crack under pressure. Faces around the table froze into polite smiles, forks hovering midair, breaths held. Someone clapped. Then another. Applause followed, scattered and uncertain, like people testing whether they were allowed to react.My hands went numb. My heart hammered wildly against my chest. I did not remember standing, but suddenly I was on my feet.“I cannot,” I said, eyes wide with so much anxiety and emotional exhaustion.The words came out louder than I intended. Too sharp. Too honest.Every head turned.Adrian’s smile faltered for half a second before he recovered. “Lila,” he said gently, warning threaded beneath the softness. “You are overwhelmed. Sit down.”“No,” I said again, sha

Lila’s POV“YOU THINK you’re free now?” Adrian’s voice was calm, almost amused.I stopped in the doorway of my bedroom.The lights were off except for the lamp near the window. He stood beside it, jacket folded neatly over the back of the chair, sleeves rolled to his forearms like he was settling in for a long conversation. He looked comfortable. Patient.Like he had been waiting.My pulse began to pound, but I refused to let him see it. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.“I don’t want you to be here,” I said.He tilted his head slightly. “This is my fiancée’s room.”The word sounded different now. Possessive. Territorial.“I did not invite you,” I replied.“You do not need to.” He smiled faintly. “We are past invitations.”I stayed near the door, keeping distance between us. The events from earlier replayed in my mind. His warning. If you leave me, you lose everything.He watched me carefully, assessing. Measuring.“I assume Jacob enjoyed his dramatic entrance,” he said