The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge
I was the perfect wife.
For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs.
And how did Victor Hale repay me?
He stole my womb.
He stole my daughter.
He stole my freedom.
That was the day Aurora Hale died.
Now I live as Rhea Ashford - and I want blood.
One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother.
One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin.
When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me.
It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon.
But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own.
And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him-
Or if he's already claimed me as his.
TW: This story is intended for 18+ mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content (including kink, elements of BDSM dynamics), strong language, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY
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Chapter 1
FIVE YEARS AGO
AURORA HALE
"How long has it been since your hysterectomy, Mrs. Hale?"
For a second, I honestly think Dr. Blaze is joking. Or maybe I'm hearing things.
"My what?" I laugh lightly, shaking my head. "No, no-there's been some mix-up. I've never had a hysterectomy."
Dr. Blaze's brows pinch together. "Aurora... according to your scans, your uterus was surgically removed about three months ago. It would explain the absence of menstruation."
That stops me cold
But only for a moment. Then I laugh again, harder this time, because this whole thing is ridiculous.
I'm only here because I missed two periods. Normally, I'd brush it off-stress is practically part of my job description as head designer at Wardrobe, my husband's global fashion empire. But after Victor made me get an abortion, I needed to be sure I wasn't pregnant again.
"Doctor, I think someone filed something wrong. I only had an abortion. Three months ago. The procedure Victor arranged-nothing else."
Her face tightens. Not comforting.
"Did you experience complications? Any unusual pain afterwards?"
I blink at her. "It wasn't pleasant, but I wouldn't call it concerning. My husband handled everything-he found the clinic, made the appointment... he would've told me if anything serious happened."
Right?
Right.
Dr. Blaze studies me in that slow, careful way she does when she's about to say something I won't like. "Aurora," she says gently, lowering the file, "you can no longer get pregnant."
My breath stutters. Something inside me goes still.
But I refuse it.
No. Victor and I have been married three years. We have a two-year-old daughter, Camryn. Our whole life-our whole marriage-is built on trust, on love, on the belief that we'd build a future together. I won't let someone's mistake tear through that.
"That doesn't make any sense," I say, too quickly, shaking my head. "Victor would never- this is just wrong paperwork. You must have mixed up the files."
She tries to speak, but I'm already standing, forcing a smile so bright it hurts. "It's fine. I'll call him. We'll laugh about this later."
I leave the office before she can stop me.
The second I hit the parking lot, my hands are shaking from the shock of it all-I smile in disbelief. This is obviously a clerical error, I can't believe they made a mistake on something this serious. Hospitals mess things up all the time. It's almost funny. A hysterectomy? Me?
I slide into the driver's seat and immediately call Victor.
He doesn't pick up.
I call again. And again.
Voicemail.
That's right, he's been busy lately. He should be having that important meeting with distributors in France he mentioned yesterday.
"Come on, Vic," I mutter, forcing a laugh. "Wait until you hear what the doctor said. You're going to die-she thinks I had a hysterectomy."
I imagine him laughing with me. Teasing me. Calling the hospital to bark at whoever misfiled my chart.
Because Victor always takes care of things.
Always.
A small ache flicks through my chest-the kind I get whenever I think about the abortion. I hadn't wanted it. I cried for days afterwards. But Victor said it was necessary. Said Camryn was enough for now. That Wardrobe needed stability, not scandal.
And saving our family... saving our marriage... I'd believed him.
Still believe him.
I wipe my eyes. "It's fine," I whisper. "This will all make sense soon. It's just a little scary for now"
By the time I pull into our driveway, my smile is wobbling. My palms are cold. Something in my chest feels... wrong.
The lights inside are on. That's odd, Camryn should still be at kindergarten.
The front door is unlocked.
"Vic?" I call softly as I step inside. "Are you home? You won't believe my day-"
Then I freeze.
Clothes are scattered across the living room floor. A designer handbag sits on the couch. One I know very, very well.
The one I designed and sewed as a gift. Elara's bag.
Elara is Victor's cousin. His business partner. My best friend. The woman who held my hand through labour, who brought me soup when I hit a design slump, who promised she'd always protect Camryn. And me.
A soft moan drifts from the bedroom. Victor and I's bedroom.
My stomach flips. "No," I whisper. "No, they wouldn't-"
But when I push closer, I hear Victor's voice, low and breathless:
"Did you get rid of Camryn?"
Elara scoffs. "What do you take me for? Of course I did. But what about Aurora? If she finds out-"
"She already has," Victor says, amused. "By now she'll know I had her womb taken during that so-called abortion. Can you believe it? She actually thought I'd give her more children. If Camryn hadn't survived the pills I slipped into Aurora's morning coffee when she was pregnant, she'd be gone too. Now Aurora's finished, and we can finally be together."
Elara moans again, softer this time. "I'm tired of pretending to be your cousin. Why didn't you just kill her? Knowing she touched you-"
"Because we needed her," Victor snaps. "Her designs built Wardrobe. But she's done now. Completely disposable."
My knees buckle, and I catch myself on the doorframe. Hot tears blur my vision. I can't breathe. I can't think. But I force myself forward, voice breaking. "Where's my daughter?"
They jolt apart.
Elara smirks, tugging the sheet around her naked body. "Look who finally caught up."
"You bitch! After everything I did for you!"
She laughs, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. "Oh, you poor thing. I really did feel bad for you. Just not bad enough, apparently."
I launch myself at her, screaming, "Where is my baby? What did you do to Camryn?!"
Victor catches me easily, like I'm nothing. And right now, that's exactly what I am.
"Let me go!" I sob, clawing at him. "Camryn! Camryn!"
My throat burns. My chest feels split open. My mind can't hold the truth. It keeps slipping, like I can somehow reject it if I push hard enough.
"You monster," I cry. "Victor, please-she's our daughter-"
"Oh shut up, you pathetic woman," Victor sneers. "Where you're going, you won't have time to worry about anyone but yourself."
"Give me back my daughter! Give me back my baby! You killed my baby- you took my womb-"
"You killed your baby. Or did Victor ever force you to abort it?" Elara spits. "You're nothing but a murderous slut. If it were up to me, you'd have died with that womb."
Her words rip me apart. My wail shakes the walls.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
"Police! Open up!"
Before I can take a breath, officers storm inside.
He just points at me.
"She's right there. Aurora Hale. Arrest her."
"What?" My voice shatters. "No-no, please-I didn't-"
"Aurora Hale," the officer says as he yanks my arms behind my back, "you're under arrest on multiple counts of theft and fraud. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the court will appoint one for you. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court. Do you understand these rights?"
Victor's voice drips poison. "Did you think no one would find out you stole designs from struggling designers and claimed them as yours in our previous campaign? Were you trying to ruin Elara and I out of jealousy?"
"They're my designs!" I scream, kicking, sobbing. "Everything in that house is mine!"
Victor laughs behind me, pulling Elara against him. "Try proving that."
And as the cuffs close around my wrists, cold and final, something inside me breaks so loudly I swear the whole house hears it.
My faith.
My marriage.
My motherhood.
My life.
All of it.
Gone in one night.
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He looked like a man who'd never heard the word 'no' in all his life. Unluckily for him, 'no' was the only word she had.
"There's no reason why I should stay," Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. "I'm not marrying you."
His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further.
"But you haven't heard my proposal yet," he said mildly. "Isn't that why you're here?"
"I don't need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no."
"Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven't, in fact, heard me out.... Anna."
9.3
MATURE CONTENT!! FOR 18+ ONLY
" What the fuck did you call that reason again?" he asked coldly, making me wonder where his gentleness had gone!
" I... I'm five years older than you, Kelvin, and being in a relationship with you..."
" Bullshit!" he snapped and suddenly grabbed my neck roughly. My eyes widened. " What are you doing, Kelvin! I'm your teacher..."
" You didn't think about that when you let me kiss and finger your pussy huh? You even screamed my name like your lord" then he chuckled. "Look, you can't even free yourself from my grip." Then he effortlessly pulled me closer and leaned toward my ear. " I will make you beg for my love, Lisa. You will learn the hard way that the age gap you valued between us is just a number. You will have nowhere to go but my side, unless you travel off this planet, Lisa. I've already claimed you, leaving you with no choice... now get out," he said calmly, yet very dangerous.
I quickly grabbed my bag and escaped from the room!
How did I even get myself into this situation? I suddenly felt Kelvin was more dangerous than Timothy, my ex-husband!!
Not only am I older than Kelvin! I'm also his homeroom teacher, for goodness sake!! His parents intentionally avoided young teachers and trusted me with their son because I'm older! Now look who is dating him!!
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Ever since Lisa resigned from being his teacher, her life has turned upside down!
9.5
"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own."
Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family.
Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run.
But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away.
When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her.
"You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."
7.4
I sacrificed the wolf core to save my beloved.
To avoid being overwhelmed by guilt, I chose to leave and silently wait for death in a corner of the human world.
But even after he became the alpha of the wolf pack, he still went to great lengths to marry me. After we got married, he flaunted his mistress in front of me every day, trying to provoke me and get revenge.
But he didn't know that I was about to die.
Darling, I'm dying.
9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
9.3
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9.3
No!" My voice rang loudly. "Like I said, this is the first time I've even been in this city."
"Ah, I see..." His voice shifted. "I was going to give you a different punishment. But since you claim you haven't slept with me..." He leaned forward, his smile cruel. "Why not refresh your memory?"
When Matteo's empire is shaken by betrayal, a stolen jewel, a night of seduction turned deception, his wrath is swift. He vows to hunt down the thief who dared to cross him. But fate delivers him the wrong girl.
Silesia Elton is twenty-three, an orphan from the quiet seaside town of Averna. She comes to Bellmere chasing nothing more than a job, a chance, a future. Instead, she is mistaken for the thief who stole from the king. Kidnapped, accused, and punished, her innocence is shattered in a single night of cruelty.
By the time Matteo realizes the truth, it's too late. Silesia is gone, leaving behind nothing but tears and the echo of words he has never heard before: "I don't want your money."
But Matteo cannot forget her. Dreams of her innocence haunt him, stirring something he has never known, remorse. Guilt sharpens into obsession, and soon the man who swore never to chase anyone finds himself searching for the girl who slipped through his fingers.
Meanwhile, Silesia struggles to survive in a city that devours the weak. Betrayed by the law, cast out by kindness, she is forced into the shadows, where every hand that offers help demands a piece of her soul. Yet even as she runs from the man who ruined her life, fate drives her back into his world.
Caught between the two is Matias Loki, Matteo's twin, a man who hides warmth behind ambition and whose gentle eyes see in Silesia the light his brother cannot hold. But desire between brothers is dangerous, and Silesia becomes the spark that threatens to burn the empire down.