Bound to my husband's enemy
Warning: this book contains strong sexual content, smuts and explicit scenes and is strictly for readers over the age of 18.
Author pov: To my readers who are wondering if bikers men fuck as much as they ride--yes, they do. but these aren't super-heroes or the cute boy next door.They take.They claim and make you beg for more.
For years, Daisy endured the mistreatment from her husband who was the president of the fallen-saints MC but tragedy struck when he got into an accident and lost his life.But even in his death, her husband showed her how much he hated her, he left everything to the hands of his mistress and the secret son they had leaving her hopeless and penniless.
Broken by his hatred for her Daisy took his death as good fate and decided to start afresh, far away from the life she lived with him. but not until she ran into his rival Christian Blackwood.
Christian Blackwood is the President of the hell-hounds motorcycle club and the perfect definition of a devil in human clothing. He is known to be ruthless , cold and most importantly without emotions and her husband sworn enemy.
But somehow Daisy finds herself in the world of the man she was warned never to cross.
The man who suddenly lurks in her shadows and wants her all to himself.
Somehow she finds hers back in the world she vowed to run away from but this time it was just any world it was his world.
Feelings become obsessions and obsession burns into something unthinkable.
Rules are broken and rivalry's are heightened and not just that dark secrets are unveiled.
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Chapter 2
"Hot spicy romance never ends well daisy, I told you he was no good" Mia said as she walked into the sitting room and handed me a cup of water.
I dragged the napkin beside me and blew my nose in it before turning to face her.
Mia didn't say a word, instead she just sat on the couch opposite me watching me drown in my sorrows.
It's been two days since I turned down Callum's offer to me and handed it to his mistress.
Daisy, I know it hurts but you can't keep crying over a man who wouldn't even look at you.
I cleaned the tears in my eyes as I looked at her"It's not that, I loved him regardless of how he treated me but the fact that he left me with nothing in his will knowing that I have nothing to run back to".
Mia looked at me curiously,did they tell you what happened or do you think he is the one that did it?
The tears instantly dried from my eyes as I thought about what she had just said.
There was no way in hell that he had a hand in it, Christian might be ruthless and most importantly hated my husband but I don't think that he would kill him.
You talk as if you know the man, you know people say that he can't keep a woman and his family had carried on the legacy of his club and you know he had a huge history with Callum.
"Well, if he did, I would say Callum got what he deserved, he had it coming"
MIA signed and smiled as she took the cup of water from my hands.
Well ,I know you wouldn't want to do this , but a friend of mine is having a wedding and he had asked me to come with a friend and since you are here, I think it's best that you come with me.
You told me you wanted to be away from anything that reminded you of him, well take this as a way of getting away from Callum, his club and his men.
Do you think he still has his men watching me?
Mia sighed, giving me a reassuring look. "I'm sure they would just want to look after you nothing else, well they must know that you have moved on"
I nodded satisfied with her reply, as Mia walked away , I could only imagine what would have happened if I didn't have her.
Mia is my best and the only girl friend I didn't cut off after my marriage.
As for my parents I know they must have heard of his death considering that he had so much leverage on the town.
My dad wouldn't take me back , he hated me for what I did , he was the town sheriff and all my life he had trained me to stay away from them ,to him they were barbarians he hated them but his precious daughter married one.
The money I had with me was the 5 million I had saved up in my account over the course of our marriage and now I just needed to start afresh with it.
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Over the weekend just as Mia had promised, she flew us over to the wedding .
We had just arrived at the biggest resort where the wedding was going to be held and right now we were walking towards the bar to have a drink when someone stopped her.
"Mia,and who is this princess you brought?" The guy who had stopped us asked.
When I looked at him , he was big like my ex husband, blonde hair that was styled down.
My best friend Daisy and Daisy meet Humphrey, the bride's brother.
"Nice to meet you pretty"the boy whispered as he slowly took my hands and kissed my palm.
When he bent closer to kiss it , I noticed it , the mark on his neck , that sign. I knew that sign, it was the crest of the hell-hounds motorcycle club my ex husband rivalry club.
I swallowed as I turned to face Mia, giving her the faintest smile as we walked away.
You didn't see that, did you ?
See what ? She asked me
The crest on his neck , the mark?
Oh darling Mia said looking at me like I had gone nuts.
I don't think he belongs to any motorcycle club and even if he did, it wouldn't be the rivalry club of your ex husband so relax. We are out of town and Callum is dead , you said you wanted a life away from that you have to move on.
I swallowed, speechless , but I knew she was right. I was just seeing things, but the last thing I wanted to do was to be seen in the midst of my husband's rivalry club just a week after his death, that would cause so much trouble and I didn't want that.
Instead of the bridal shower the bride wanted a party and right now I was at the biggest pre wedding party ever.
Mia had mixed up with the crowd , dancing away her sorrows while I sat enjoying the drinks but something about what I had seen made me nervous, more nervous than I imagined.
From the loud music blasting over the speakers,I could hardly concentrate , the bride and the groom were dancing and rocking so hard they seemed to be so much in love with each other.
But as I sat there sipping my drinks, all I could feel was the eyes on me , it felt like someone was watching me, my every move.
I looked back but all I saw was nothing, just the men beside me.
Mia,I called out to her hoping that she would listen to me and get me the hell out of here but when I turned and again my eyes met his hot gaze.
Just like I had predicted, I was being watched, but no I wasn't being watched by what I thought but him.
The man I was warned to stay away from, The one I had suspicions about, my husband's enemy.
Christian Blackwood.
Beside him was a helmet he had placed on the shelf and on his right hand was his drink.
As I looked at him, my hands began to sweat, the fear gripping me so hard but I couldn't look away.
I had never seen the man before, I only heard things about him but I have seen his photos but this time it wasn't a photo he was here.
He pulled his eyes away from me and then his eyes went around the area as if he was watching for some kind of threat.
I pulled my eyes away grabbing the drink on the table as I glumped it down as my eyes rolled back to the man watching me.
Unlike what I have heard of him , he was tall, maybe a six foot-four or a six foot-five and somehow when he looked at me I melted. He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore.
I couldn't help but notice the bold tattoos creeping up over his neck, his arms, forearms, and fingers.
His dark hair is styled short but not without one little string falling out and the crest of his motorcycle club boldly tattooed on his neck.
He glances towards my direction again , his stare cold but hot and when I see the mischievous smile creep up to the corner of his lips I knew I was in trouble.
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But playing the role of the glamorous Kimberly Hayes is only the beginning of her nightmare. Lena must contend with a man who is kind, loving, and yet haunted by past heartbreak, while hiding the truth that could destroy them both.
In a world of lies, secrets and danger, can Lena survive as Mrs. Blackwood-without losing her heart to the man she was never meant to love?
8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
8.1
I was supposed to be the lucky one, the bankrupt Beaumont heiress engaged to Devyn Langley, the golden boy of Boston's elite.
But the moment I landed from Europe, my best friend shoved a high-definition photo in my face. It was Devyn, tangled in white sheets with another woman.
I didn't cry. Instead, I planted hidden cameras in his secret Manhattan penthouse and heard the disgusting truth.
"When are you going to dump that boring bitch?" his mistress whined.
"Soon. As soon as her family's final trust fund payout clears. Then I'll toss her out like trash," Devyn laughed.
To add insult to injury, he removed me from the guest list of his family's charity gala.
When I showed up anyway, his mother pointed a shaking finger at my face in front of the entire upper crust.
"You are a charity case! A beggar! Get out!" she screamed, while Devyn demanded I get on my knees and apologize.
They paraded around like saints, using my family's tragedy for good PR while secretly plotting to steal my last penny and destroy me.
Did they really think I was just a weak, compliant fiancée who would quietly accept her ruin?
Wearing a blood-red dress, I hacked the ballroom's main screen and broadcasted his 4K sex tape to every billionaire and reporter in the room.
Then, I threw my five-carat ring at his chest and walked away with Kian Koch—the most terrifying man on Wall Street—leaving the Langley empire to burn.
9.3
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth.
After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money.
Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out.
To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club.
Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort.
Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job.
But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold.
The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company.
Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer.
"Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously.
Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy.
"Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."
7.2
I thought I was just marrying a middle-class commercial pilot who proposed to me in a Brooklyn cemetery to fulfill his grandmother's bizarre dying wish.
But when an arrogant pilot tried to harass me at the airport, my "ordinary" husband suddenly appeared, his eyes like chips of ice.
"Take your hand off my wife."
With that single cold command, he had the airline's top executives groveling and the man practically fired on the spot.
Everyone called him "Mr. Chandler." He handed me an exclusive black Centurion card, claiming it was just a standard "manager's perk." His retired parents, who supposedly ran a small business, visited me wearing Patek Philippe watches. I ignored all the glaring red flags, foolishly believing I had just lucked into a stable, caring marriage after a lifetime of disappointments.
Yet, despite his constant, suffocating generosity, he kept a physical wall between us. After a kiss so desperate and hungry it felt like he had been starving for it his entire life, he violently pushed me away.
"We should take this slow."
I couldn't understand why a man who looked at me with such intense, possessive devotion would treat our marriage like a sterile business deal. Why was he orchestrating every perfect detail of my life while refusing to even share a bed with me?
I had no idea that the man sleeping in the guest room wasn't a pilot at all. He was Harmon Chandler, the ruthless billionaire emperor of the Chandler Group. And he had been secretly monitoring my every move for ten years.
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."