Alle Kapitel von Kidnapped by My Sister's Biker Mate : Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 105

 Aria's POV It was D-Day. Mika and Cassy spent every second fluttering around me, fussing over my clothes and critiquing the makeup while Charlotte worked her magic on my face. I hadn't been allowed anywhere near a mirror yet because, according to Cassy, catching an early glimpse of myself was terrible luck. And believe me, she pulled that superstition straight from the bottomless pit of human nonsense on TikTok. That girl’s brain had to be completely fried from scrolling at this point. I sat there like a porcelain doll, letting them prep and primp me for what was shaping up to be the biggest day of my life. Mika kept me looped in on what was happening outside. Since we had already tackled the bulk of the planning together over the past week, the girls swore they could manage the final setup and touches without me lifting a finger. Mia was posted up in the kitc

 Aria's POV The door burst open, and Cain, Mika, Jax, Stanley, and even Ghost came spilling into the room all at once, panic etched across every one of their faces. Cain took one look at my bloodless, pale face and crossed the room in a single stride, pulling me fiercely into his arms. His thumb brushed over my cheek in a slow, grounding caress as he leaned down, keeping his voice low and steady. "What happened? I felt your panic surge through the link." Behind him, the others watched with the exact same taut expression, silent questions hanging heavy in the air. Trembling, I lifted a hand and pointed toward the wall as if staring down a ghost. To my absolute horror, there was nothing there. It was completely bare. Clean, white, untouched—as though the sinister message had been nothing more than a hallucination or a fig

 Aria's POV She held my gaze, her obsidian eyes utterly unbothered by the venom in my voice. "Calm down, child," she said softly. "I will explain." "Don't call me that," I snapped, "I am not your child. Answer the damn questions—if this 'truth' of yours is really why you risked coming here." She remained entirely unfazed by my outburst, not even flinching, though an uneasy tension still coiled tight in my chest. "Your father," she began, the words dropping slowly, "is dying." My breath caught short at her words. I surged to my feet, fury blazing behind my eyes. "What do you mean my father is dying? How dare you lie to me!" I snarled. Natalia merely looked up at me, unruffled and completely calm. "Sit," she muttered. An invisible, suffocating pressure slammed