Bikers Hidden Heiress Novels & Stories

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

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

Harley explained, Roland collected the big envelope and he asked, "why did you give her this money?" "This Is the money I have been searching for In the room, I thought I misplaced the envelope, I didn't know that she was the one that pick up the envelope from the couch, the money that I wanted to give commissioner of police, I have search everywhere, I didn't know she has stole my money" Harley explained, "she stole the money from me, I didn't give her" she said, and she came out of the room, and she headed upstairs where she met MacLop, and she explained that Camilla stole her money"

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

Or maybe it was just the fact that she looked tired. But I knew her type. There had always been a line drawn down the middle of the two types of women, Bikers attracted. The girls who would never be anything other than be a warm hole to fill and then there were the women who claimed the title of old lady or daughter. “Is he here or not?” I kept my polite smile in place but my voice had turned steely. “Actually don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I know where he sits.”

Looking around, she saw the motorbikes neatly parked side by side in a long row, ‘Thank you, MC rules.’ She whispered, hurrying across and jumping on the first Harley; her feet barely touched the floor, she was tiny compared to the huge Bikers. They were almost all over six feet, with their toned, muscled bodies, and she was barely five feet four; it was why she wore her heels, they still towered over even with five-inch heels. As usual, the key had been left in the ignition; nobody would ever dare to steal an MC motorbike, not if they valued their lives anyway. Nobody, that is, except for her, because she was not afraid of any of the MCs, especially as she now knew how valuable she was to t

**“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!” She clicked the video. Grainy footage of her and Julian leaving the penthouse played, Damian’s security team blurred in the background. A narrator’s voice declared, “Sources confirm that billionaire Damian Cavendish has a secret son with his former fiancée, Sienna Blake…” The words blurred in her mind. She couldn’t breathe. “They weren’t supposed to release this,” Sienna whispered. Cole nodded grimly. “We’re doubling security. No one’s getting close.” Her thoughts spiraled. “Julian… does he know?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey my lovely readers 🤍:) We’ve come to the end of The Billionaire’s Hidden Bride: The Secret Heiress. This story means a lot to me, and while I originally planned to make it longer, I decided to give it a proper ending rather than leave anyone hanging. If you made it this far, thank you for staying with me till the end. Your time and support truly mean more than you know. I’m already working toward my next story, and I promise it will be even bigger, deeper, and more dramatic. I hope you’ll be there when it begins. With love, Koko.

“You’d be surprised what people sell when they’re desperate. A nanny, a friend, maybe a disgruntled coworker… take your pick.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “You’re bluffing.” “Am I?” She pulled a small envelope from her coat pocket and held it up. “Photos. The boy. The resemblance is… uncanny.” Maya’s heart stopped. “Don’t you dare,” Ethan hissed. The woman smiled faintly. “I already did. Tomorrow’s front page: The Billionaire’s Hidden Heir. Catchy, right?” Before he could react, she turned to walk away—straight into Maya’s path.