All Chapters of Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Elara’s POVThe truth about Milena’s mother changed the temperature of the entire tunnel complex. No one said it aloud at first, but the implication moved through every corridor faster than any order Axel could issue.Milena was no longer only Morozov’s hidden bloodline. If her mother had truly been the legal wife of Ruin’s dead older brother, then the child sat at the centre of two legacies that had already drowned this city in blood.This included the Bratva inheritance and the MC’s own fractured succession. This was the kind of truth that could restart a war before sunrise.I stood in the emptying assembly hall, one hand pressed protectively to my stomach, trying to steady my breathing. The baby had been calmer since the system's lockdown, but stress still lived too close beneath my skin.Ruin’s face had gone still in the way it always did when emotion became dangerous. Not empty but controlled. This control was developed over years of enduring betrayals.Axel broke the silence. “W

Elara’s POVThe message from the Founders’ Circle should have shattered any chance of calm. Those words followed us out of the ruined harbour and all the way back through the southern tunnel network, pressing against every thought like a blade at the throat.And yet, somewhere between the armoured convoy doors slamming shut and the safe house gates locking behind us, something unexpected happened.The panic inside me began to loosen, not because the danger had passed or because the children were safe, but because for the first time, the enemy had a face, even if it was still hidden in shadow.Nadia had been in chaos.This was a shape, a history, a direction. And strange as it sounded, clarity gave fear less room to grow wild. By the time we returned to the secured medical wing, the doctor was waiting with a look that made it clear she had heard enough of the night’s events to be furious.“You are done moving for the next hour,” she said before I could speak.I almost argued, but the e

Elara’s POVThe doctor’s command still rang in my ears. Push. But it was Axel’s words through the wall speaker that shattered every fragile thread of control I had left. Someone had already written my daughter’s name on the wall. For one terrible second, the room stopped making sense.The steel ceiling above me blurred; the monitor sounds warped into something distant and wrong. The pressure in my body, the nurses moving around me, and the doctor’s steady instructions – all of it became swallowed by one horrifying thought.They knew.Not just that I was pregnant, not just that I was in labour. They knew enough to prepare a cradle and a name before she had even been born. A wave of pure panic surged through me so violently that I could not breathe. The contraction that had been building twisted into something sharper because fear made my whole body lock.The doctor’s expression changed immediately. “Elara, you have to breathe.”I tried, I really tried. But every breath came too fast an

Elara’s POVThe words 'founder nursery' settled over the room like a second emergency. For a moment, no one moved. My daughter lay inside the heated transport carrier, so small that every rise of her chest felt like a miracle I had to witness with my own eyes. The transparent shield had begun to fog faintly from the warmth inside, and I found myself staring at that tiny rhythm of breath as if it alone could hold the world together.Outside the reinforced door, the tunnel was still alive with violence. Boots pounded, gunfire cracked. Men shouted through concrete and steel, but all I could hear was the soft, fragile sound of my baby breathing.The child survives. That truth should have brought peace. Instead, it sharpened the fear because surviving birth was only the first battle. Now we had to keep her alive long enough to escape the people who had planned for her existence before I even knew she was real.The doctor’s face was pale but steady. “If the founder nursery still has functio

Elara’s POVThe hidden corridor stretched ahead of us in a long line of old concrete and dim floor lights.The black route painted along the wall curved upward through a forgotten emergency ascent shaft, ending at a place none of us expected.Ruin’s childhood home is above the city.For a moment, even the danger behind us seemed to fade beneath the weight of what that meant. The Founders’ Circle had not only mapped his bloodline, but they had also preserved the path back to where it began.The nurses pushed Aurelia’s transport pod carefully over the uneven floor while the oxygen monitor kept its soft, steady rhythm. Every sound it made pulled my attention back to what mattered most.She was still breathing well and she was still fighting. And Ruin had not taken his eyes off her for more than a second since she was born; that was the first way fatherhood changed him, not in some dramatic shift but in focus. The world that once narrowed around power, territory, and survival had reduced