Todos los capítulos de Ten Days to Capture the Biker Heir: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 11.The door slammed.Kai’s eyes followed Skye as she hurried out of the room. He didn't move, but for some reason, neither did his chest.A strange, sharp ache settled beneath his ribs.He frowned. "What?"Behind him, the club remained alive, laughter erupted from somewhere near the bar as someone was retelling the Truth or Dare incident."I swear she looked like she was going to kiss him!""Nah.""She would've.""You owe me fifty euros!" More laughter.Kai's jaw tightened, and without warning, he reached for the heavy door and slammed it shut.The room fell silent, nobody dared say a word. Kai didn't even look at them, he simply walked past them, straight toward the stairs leading to the second floor.The image of Skye’s face refused to leave him.She looked terrified. He'd seen fear before, I mean, people feared him all the time, but this? It hadn't been fear of him, it had been something else.He entered his office and shut the door behind him. He dropped into the chair be

Chapter 14The morning of the first official photoshoot arrived much faster than Skye would have liked.She stood beside the rented van, staring at the rows of equipment cases lined neatly on the pavement, trying to calm the nervous flutter in her stomach.This wasn't practice anymore, she wasn't chasing Kai around Germany with a camera, this was real.If these photographs failed, the entire calendar project would suffer with them."You've checked that camera six times." Mara's voice pulled her back to reality.Skye looked down to realize she was, once again, cleaning a lens that was already spotless."Was it really six?""Closer to ten." Mara smiled before taking the microfiber cloth from her hand. "I'll handle the lenses."Without waiting for permission, Mara knelt beside one of the equipment cases and began arranging everything with, well, surprised efficiency. Maybe, not so surprising from an influencer that's used to working with and around cameras.Light stands, check.Reflector

Chapter 16The third photoshoot couldn't have been more different from the first two. But, instead of frozen lakes or quiet streets, the location buzzed with life. A famous night market stretched across several city blocks, glowing beneath hundreds of colorful lanterns suspended overhead. Vendors shouted cheerful greetings, children darted between food stalls, musicians played lively tunes from a nearby corner, and the rich aroma of grilled meat, roasted chestnuts, and sweet pastries drifted through the chilly evening air.Skye turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. "It's... beautiful.""It'll also be a nightmare," Mara muttered, already unloading light stands from the van. "With this many people, there is going to be too much movement."Skye only smiled. "Exactly." She loved it. The chaos felt alive.A second motorcycle rolled into the market entrance. Axel pulled off his helmet first, grinning the moment he spotted Skye. "Ready?""I think so."He looked around dramatically. "Jus

Chapter 18.“Here we go." Skye muttered as the iron gates of the Sturm estate groaned open, revealing a driveway that felt more like a private highway. Kai has sent her his address earlier.She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. The main house was a monument to old money and cold stone, but she wasn't heading for the front door. She followed the instructions Kai gave her to the winding path of a detached structure of glass and charcoal-colored steel. That's where the garage was located.When the heavy sliding door retracted, the scent of fuel and burnt rubber and expensive machine oil hit her first. The space was lit by overhead industrial LEDs that cast shadows. In the center was a custom black beast of a bike, and leaning over it was Kai.“Was he waiting for me?" Skye thought.Kai had stripped off his shirt. His skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Grease smeared his shoulder blades and the small of his back. He didn't look up as she entered, his focus entir

Chapter 20.Mara had never considered herself a jealous person.  Competitive, absolutely. Proud, without question. But jealous? No. Not until Skye Hart. She stood outside the gates of Kai Sturm's estate, hands buried in her coat pockets, replaying the last few weeks in her head. When she'd shown up at Skye's apartment with an apology, she'd meant every word. She had been cheated on, humiliated, forced to realize exactly what she'd put Skye through. Working as her assistant had been her way of making things right. Or at least that's what she'd told herself. The first shoot had been harmless because Kai had barely looked at Skye. By the second, he'd started listening to her. By the third, he'd begun noticing the little things: whether she'd eaten, whether she looked tired, whether she was smiling. The third shoot made Mara uncomfortable. The way he looked at Skye, no one looked at someone they didn't care about