Semua Bab The Biker's Favorite Sinner: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Lila’s POV“IF I go down,” Adrian said, “I take you with me.”Fear shot through my chest like ice.I stood in the doorway of his study, staring at the open safe behind him. The metal door hung wide, the keypad still glowing faintly in the dim room. Papers were spread across Adrian’s desk in careful stacks. Everything looked orderly.Except for the tension in the air.Adrian’s voice had been calm when he spoke, but the threat underneath it was sharp enough to cut.I stepped further into the room, looking at him straight in the eyes. “What are you talking about?”My voice sounded steady. Inside, my pulse hammered against my ribs.Adrian watched me carefully. His dark eyes moved over my face the way a predator studies a cornered animal.“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he said.I moved closer to the desk and looked down at the open folder. Financial statements. Legal documents. Copies of estate contracts.Nothing unusual.“What’s missing?” I asked.Adrian didn’t answer immediat

Lila’s POV“MARCO,” I said, “what did my father ask you to do the night before the crash?”Fear sat heavy in my chest.I stood in the doorway of his office, my hand still resting against the frame like I needed something solid to hold me up. Adrian’s words hadn’t stopped echoing in my head.Ask Marco.The silence inside the room stretched.Marco didn’t answer right away.He sat behind his desk, a stack of documents spread neatly in front of him. The lamp cast a warm glow across the wood surface, but his face looked pale under it. Too still. Too controlled.That was the first thing that felt wrong.Marco had never been someone I had to read this carefully. He had always been easy. Safe and familiar.My chest tightened.“Answer me,” I said.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The soft click echoed louder than it should have.Marco finally looked up. His eyes met mine for a brief second. Then they dropped back to the papers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said q

Vivienne’s POV“YOU THINK I’m helping you out of kindness?” I laughed.Amusement curled through me, slow and deliberate.Lila stood across from me in the dim corner of the private lounge, her posture stiff, her eyes sharper than the last time I had seen her. There was something different about her tonight. Less hesitant. More dangerous.Good.I preferred her that way.I leaned back against the velvet couch, crossing one leg over the other, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make her uncomfortable.She didn’t break. Interesting.“I didn’t say that,” she replied. Her voice was steady and careful.I tilted my head slightly, studying her face. “You didn’t have to.”A faint tension flickered in her jaw, but she held my gaze. “I just want to know why,&rdquo

Lila’s POV“THE OFFICE was locked after his death,” Marco said.The words settled heavily between us.I tightened my grip on my phone, staring at the darkened hallway ahead of me. The east wing of the estate always felt different at night. Quieter. Colder. Like the walls remembered things they weren’t supposed to.“I know,” I said softly.Jacob shifted beside me, his presence steady, grounding. I could feel the warmth of him even without touching. It helped more than I wanted to admit.Marco’s voice came through again, low and cautious.“Lila, I mean it. No one’s been allowed in there. Adrian made sure of it.”A flicker of anger moved through my chest.Of course he did.“Then it’s a good thing I stopped asking permission,” I replied.There was a pause on the other end. Then a quiet exhale.“I’ll keep watch from my side,” Marco said. “But if anyone notices you’re gone…”“They won’t,” Jacob cut in, his voice calm but firm.I glanced at him.He was already focused, scanning the hallway,

Marco’s POV“YOU SHOULD never have opened that drive,” I said.The words came out sharper than I intended.I watched Lila’s expression shift across the small space of the garage office. Not fear. Not hesitation.Resolve. That made it worse.Jacob stood just slightly in front of her, not blocking me, but close enough that the line was clear. Protective. Steady. Unmoving.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face.“It wasn’t meant for you to see like that,” I added, quieter this time.Lila didn’t step back. She didn’t soften. She just held my gaze.“It was meant for me,” she said.Her voice was firm. Certain.“He made it for whoever found it,” I replied.“For me,” she repeated.The conviction in her tone hit harder than anything else.I swallowed, glancing briefly at the laptop still open on the table. The black screen reflected all three of us. Distorted. Fragmented.Like the truth we were standing in.“You don’t understand what you just stepped into,” I said.“I do,” she shot bac