Bikers Hidden Heiress Novels & Stories

"Don’t come out until they’re gone or help arrives!" "But, Will—" He was already out the door before she could finish, just as a helmeted man tried to yank hers open. Serena ducked again, covering her head, but the sounds outside grew louder, darker, and brutal. Chains cracked against metal. Shouts tore through the rain. William was outnumbered, fighting off the biker gang. Serena’s hands trembled as she grabbed his phone. "What the hell is his password?!" She tried every number she could think of, his birthday, his mother’s birthday, even her own. Nothing worked. She bit her lip hard, thinking fast. Then her fingers typed a sequence she knew by heart.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

Kizzy replied dryly. “How dare you have me kidnapped!” he yelled at her. Breed stepped up and glared at him. “How dare she? I ordered this. You have a lot to fucking answer for old man.” Brian Williams ripped his gaze away from his granddaughter and sneered at him. “And who the hell are you?” He looked him up and down with contempt in his eyes. “Some piece of shit biker? I don’t owe you crap, motherfucker!” Breed looked incensed as he growled and stepped closer.

"You didn't meet her by accident at that auction. You targeted us." ​"I targeted you," he corrected, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me inches from his face. The "lesson" from earlier was gone; this was the raw, ugly truth. "Your mother is the bridge, Elara. But you? You are the destination. This house, the land, the 'Hidden Heir' accounts—they all unlock on your twenty-first birthday. And I am the only one who holds the key." ​Outside, a crack of thunder shook the windows.

Stacks of cash gleamed under the headlights. Victoire nodded to one of the bikers. He approached, checked the money, nodded back. “Good girl,” Victoire purred. Elena tilted her head. “Now about that cute little bike of yours…” A burly man wearing a mask stepped forward, remote in hand. He pressed. Whoosh! Heat exploded behind me. I spun, my eyes widening. The bike, my bike, was engulfed in flames. Orange and black licking up the frame. Tires popping. The monitoring devices melting into slag.

She was dressed up in a satin gown that showed all her curves, her hair had been done up and her face, well was rather gorgeous. She was smiling at the party like she belonged here. Her earlier inquired about her and found out she was Alicia Dickson, heiress to the Dickson fortune. The Dickson family had been his family’s rival for years. Was that why she disliked him so much? But he didn’t think she knew he was a George. “Maybe its in our blood to hate each other,” he laughed. She soon noticed him and her smile instantly dropped. She started to approach him. He smirked.

Resolve. I had spent years obeying him. I had spent years believing that his decisions were made because he knew what was best for me. Not anymore. As I stepped into the corridor, I looked back at the closed door. There was a secret buried beneath the Davidson name. A secret powerful enough to frighten my father. A secret powerful enough to make him sacrifice my future. And if he refused to tell me the truth… I would find it myself. Inside the room, he remained motionless. His fingers tightened around his gold watch. He had won the argument.

Eleanor “Are you alright?” Eli asked. My brows pinched. “Eli?” Only it wasn't Eli. The Eli I knew had a soft tenor voice but this Eli had a deep baritone. When I lifted my eyes to meet his gorgeous green eyes, my blood ran cold and realization hit me like a punch in the face. This wasn't Eli. This was his twin brother, Killian. If Eli was dangerous, Killian was dangerous himself. He was sporting the NightFall Wolves Biker Gang's leather jacket as usual. His long black hair pulled back in a loose bun. I tried not to start at the way his jacket stared across his broad shoulders or how his dark tattoo peeked from his collar. He was ruggedly handsome.

"A billionaire in D.C. is looking for his missing granddaughter. Word is the trail leads straight to Los Angeles. Payout is enough to buy three mansions in Beverly Hills." "Not interested," I said. "I don't do 'missing persons' cases. Don't bore me." "Wait! Don't hang up!" his voice dropped. "There's another one—a national bounty posted by the Darkstar pack." I stopped tapping the side of the bottle. "Go on." "The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut."

Brielle smiled before finally getting into the car. After I sat in the driver's seat and put on my seatbelt, I didn't start the engine right away. Instead, I turned to her, who was sitting next to me. "The data leak case is an internal Blackwood family matter, I hope you keep it a secret," I said before finally starting the engine. "Then tell me another secret, what's that photo?" Brielle asked casually. "You don't need to know," I said as I drove off. "Don't you trust me?"