Bikers Hidden Heiress Novels & Stories

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

“The monarchy is involved. The world is watching. You cannot act recklessly.” “I know,” she whispered. “But I won’t sit back either.” “Do you still have the phoenix bracelet?” he asked. She nodded. “Hidden. Always.” “Then now is the time to use it. That bracelet contains the final seal. Only the true heiress can unlock it. And once you do... the bloodline will respond.”

Women in tight clothes draped over bikers, music pounding from somewhere deeper in the building. A massive man with a shaved head blocked our path. Tattoos covered every inch of visible skin, and his eyes were flat and cold. "You brought her here?" His voice was gravel and rust. "The princess?" "She is under my protection, Jacks," Albert said. "Anyone touches her, they answer to me." Jacks looked me up and down like I was something he scraped off his boot. "Knox know about this?" "He will." Another biker appeared, younger, maybe late twenties with a cruel smile. "Damn, Ghost. Could not wait three more days? Had to bring your new toy home early?"

Not only that, my sister Karen had yet to check in as well. When I had heard that the heir of the Bells line would be attending I knew I had to capture them at any cost. Michigan had been a thorn in my side, especially when it came to borders and laws; having a captive so high in the pack would have assured me a peaceful surrender and put me ten years ahead of schedule. What I did not expect was the heir to be a young woman. The last heir had been Heathcliff of pack Moon Harvest, who had stopped making public appearances twenty six years ago; now I knew why.

“Do you still not understand how important you are to me?” My breath caught. The emotion in his gaze made my chest ache. Then he said it. “I found out who your ghost fiancé is.” I sat up too fast, pain lancing through my ribs. “Who?” “He’s from Montreal. A cartel leader. Several men under him. All illegal operations. He’s got power in the underworld like I do in the corporate world.” I blinked, the revelation slamming into me like a train. “And he’s the one who—?” “He started searching for you like a madman after you went missing. That’s how I tracked him.”

He said with bowed head and I rolled my eyes, puffing out the smokes and I turned, heading to the hall. *** *** *** The hall was already filled with bikers, all eager to learn. Of cause they will, I'm the tutor. The girls passed with seductive winks but I ignored them like they were non existent. “The Ballisters are one of the toughest mafias over here in the City, Getting into thier volt like home isn't going to be easy! You'll need skills, stamina and Strength! The three S to a perfect plan's accomplishment!” I said and they nodded.

“Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice cut in. Livia. Elara’s expression immediately hardened. Her stepsister walked toward them slowly, her heels clicking softly, her face glowing with amusement. “Hear what?” Ryan asked, glancing between them. Livia let out a soft laugh. “That she’s not the heiress,” she said simply. Silence. Ryan blinked. “What?” Elara felt her stomach drop. “Livia, stop” she tried to say.

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

I reluctantly nodded my head as I followed the tyrant biker's finger, pointing at a black and red G-wagon in the parking lot in front of a club that was buzzing with music. It turned out that a few hours before the bikers caught me, their clubhouse was raided and their leader was assassinated by some other wicked tyrant and their house was reduced down to wreckage. But since this biker with his four accomplices had been on a mission to catch me on his leader's order, he survived the attack and since then he had been hiding from the enemies. One of them caught sight of me while he was stealing food and followed me to the garage. Now it is their new hiding place. The money they retrieved was g