All Chapters of Biker's Forbidden Desire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EMILIA POVMorning came.Axel was gone.Left my room sometime during the night.I woke alone.Still in yesterday's clothes.Still terrified.Still trapped.The nausea hit immediately.I ran to the bathroom.Threw up.Fourth day in a row.I couldn't deny it anymore.Couldn't pretend.I was pregnant.Eight weeks, probably.From the proposal night.Or the wedding night.Didn't matter which.What mattered was I was carrying a baby.In Vincent's house.While Axel killed for the family.While we were prisoners.This was the worst possible timing.I needed a test.Needed confirmation.Needed to know for sure before I told Axel.But how?Vincent controlled everything.Watched everything.If I asked for a pregnancy test, he'd know.And once he knew, he'd use it.Another piece of leverage.Another chain.A knock on my door.

EMILIA POVThe door opened.Axel stood there.Bruised. Bloody. Broken.But alive.I ran to him.He caught me."Em, ""Are you okay? What did they do to you?""Doesn't matter. Are you hurt? Did Nikolai, ""Isabella stopped him. I'm fine."We held each other.Both shaking.The door slammed shut.Locked.We were together. But still prisoners."Axel, what happened? Where did Vincent send you?"He pulled back. Wouldn't look at me."Axel?""Marco's dead."The world stopped."What?""Vincent sent me to kill him. I couldn't. Jax did it.""No. No, Marco can't be, ""He is. I watched him die."I collapsed.Axel caught me.We sank to the floor.Both crying."I tried to miss," Axel said. "Tried to save him. But Jax, ""It's not your fault.""It is. I brought us here. Made the deal. Got him killed.""Vincent killed him. Not you.""I

EMILIA POVAxel talked for an hour.In the bathroom.Shower running.Masking his voice.I couldn't hear everything.Just fragments.", killed your men on Vincent's orders, "", want him dead as much as you, "", need your help, "Finally, he emerged."Well?""He's meeting us. Tomorrow night. Neutral ground.""How do we get out of the mansion?""Isabella's helping. She'll arrange it.""Can we trust her?""No. But we don't have a choice.""What about the guards? The cameras?""She says she can disable them. For thirty minutes. That's our window.""And if it's a trap?""Then we die trying to escape instead of waiting for Vincent to kill us."He had a point.The next day crawled.We played along.Breakfast with Vincent.Smiling. Compliant.He bought it."You seem better today, Dante. More accepting.""I'm trying.""Good. Family is everything. Y

Emilia's POVThe meeting was set for noon at a restaurant in Little Italy, deep in Moretti territory. Angelo drove us there, offering last-minute advice to Axel."Remember," Angelo warned. "You’re Carlo’s son. Act like it. Be confident and strong. These men only respect power.""I’m nothing like my father," Axel snapped."For today, you have to be. At least on the surface."We arrived to find the restaurant closed for a private event. The street was crawling with guards and men in suits, all watching us as we walked inside. Twenty men sat at a long table, the captains and underbosses of the Moretti hierarchy. They stood when Axel entered, though I couldn't tell if it was out of genuine respect or just to size him up."Gentlemen," Angelo announced. "Dante Moretti. Carlo’s son. Your new Don."Silence gripped the room until an older man spoke. It was Captain Ricci, the former second-in-command to Vincent. He had gray hair, sharp eyes, and a dangerous aura."Dante," Ricci said. "We heard

EMILIA POVI heard voices drifting from the living room, the low, jagged rumble of Axel’s voice and a softer, melodic tone that felt like a ghost from my past. Getting out of bed at twenty-two weeks was no longer a simple movement; it was a feat of engineering. I rolled to my side, pushed off the mattress, and felt the familiar, heavy pressure in my lower back. My skin felt tight, stretched to its limit by the life growing inside me.I waddled toward the living room, my hand instinctively supporting the weight of my bump. When I turned the corner, I stopped dead.Isabella.She looked thinner, her face etched with a new exhaustion, and a jagged scar traced a path across her neck. But her eyes were the same."Isabella?" My voice cracked.She turned, and for a second, her stoic mask shattered. A weak, tearful smile broke through. "Hello, Emilia."I moved as fast as my swollen ankles allowed and pulled her into a hug. She gasped, wincing as her s