Biker's Forbidden Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

EMILIA POVThe reception was perfect.Simple.Just the six of us.String lights glowing.Food spread out.Music playing softly.The sun had set.Stars beginning to appear.Magic.Pure magic.I couldn't stop looking at my ring.Silver band.Simple.Perfect.I was married.Actually married.To Axel.My husband.The word felt strange.Foreign.But right.So right."Speech time!" Marcus called out."Do we have to?" I asked."It's tradition," Anya said.Marco stood first.Raised his glass.Everyone quieted."Em," he started. "You're my sister. Not by blood. But by choice. By survival. By everything we've been through together."His voice cracked slightly."I've watched you suffer. Watched you fight. Watched you almost break. But you never did. You survived. You found love. You found happiness. And I'm so damn proud of you."Tears

EMILIA POVNext morning, reality returned.Marco, Marcus, and Rafe were leaving.Heading back to the city.To the club.To their lives.While we prepared for New York.I made breakfast for everyone.Pancakes.Bacon.Coffee.Last family meal.Everyone gathered around our small table.Laughing.Telling stories.Pretending this wasn't goodbye.But it was.For at least two years.Maybe longer."This is good, Em," Rafe said."Thanks.""You taking care of Ghost?""Someone has to."Axel threw a piece of bacon at me.I laughed.This.This was what I'd miss.Family.Easy laughter.Belonging.After breakfast, they packed.Getting ready to leave.I helped Marco carry his bag to his bike."You going to be okay?" he asked."I think so.""You don't sound sure.""I'm not. New York scares me. Vincent scares me. The whole thing scares me.""Then don't go.""I have to. Axel needs me.""Axel would understand if you stayed here. Stayed safe.""I know. But I can't let him face that alone."Marco pulled me

EMILIA POV The cabin was perfect. Secluded. Mountain views. Complete privacy. No phones. No internet. Just us. Our last peaceful days before New York. We arrived late afternoon. Axel carried the bags inside. I walked through every room. Small but cozy. One bedroom. Kitchen. Living room with a stone fireplace. Porch with mountain views that went on forever. "This is beautiful," I said. "Yeah." He dropped the last bag by the couch. "We needed this." "Four days of peace." "Four days of just us." He pulled me in. Kissed me. His hand on the back of my neck. "No talking about New York while we're here," he said against my mouth. "Deal." "No worrying about Vincent.""Deal.""Just us. Being newlyweds.""Perfect."We spent the evening co

EMILIA POVI ran after Axel.Down the stairs.Out the front door.Into chaos.Volkov lay on the ground.Blood everywhere.So much blood.Axel knelt beside him.Vincent stood watching.Too calm.Too composed.Like this was expected."Get a doctor!" Axel shouted."Already called," Vincent said. "He'll be here soon.""He's dying now!"I dropped beside them.Anya had taught me basic first aid.After everything with Victoria.I needed to help."Let me see," I said.Three gunshot wounds.Chest.Abdomen.Shoulder.The chest wound was worst.Bubbling.Punctured lung."We need to stop the bleeding," I said.Axel ripped off his shirt.I pressed it against the chest wound.Volkov's eyes fluttered open."Ghost...""Don't talk. Save your strength.""No... time... need to... tell you...""Tell me what?""Nikolai... my cousin...""Your cousin did this?""Vincent... helped him..."My blood ran cold.I looked up at Vincent.He was still smiling."What is he talking about?" Axel demanded."Delirium. Bl

EMILIA POVI woke to nausea.Immediate.Overwhelming.Ran to the bathroom.Threw up.Again.This was the third morning.Three days in New York.Three days of this.I couldn't deny it anymore.I was pregnant.Had to be.But I needed to be sure.Needed a test.Needed confirmation before I told Axel.After I composed myself, I showered.Dressed.Went downstairs.Looking for Axel.Found Isabella instead.In the morning room.Having coffee."Good morning, dear," she said."Morning.""You look pale. Are you feeling well?""Just tired. New place. Adjusting."She studied me.Knowing eyes."Of course. Would you like some tea? Coffee makes me nauseous too when I'm..."She trailed off.Meaningful pause.Did she know?"Tea would be lovely," I said carefully.She poured.We sat in silence.Finally, she spoke quietly.