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 2

FIVE YEARS LATER

DAMIEN "REAPER" VOSS

"It's the sixteenth." My lighter flicks open, flame snapping bright. The guy kneeling at my feet flinches like I'm about to torch him. Pathetic. My men hold him down while he spits excuses.

"Your money's coming, Reaper, I swear-"

I sigh. Loud. "That's what you said last month." I snap the lighter shut, let the silence chew him up. "So tell me-am I stupid, or are you suicidal?"

He stammers. I don't listen. I'm already irritated I even had to show up for this. Normally, I send Bones, my Sergeant-at-Arms, to shake down debtors. But it's either this or be at my old cranker's house, listening to him lecture me about Wendy Osborne.

The heiress who keeps throwing herself at me like I'm her goddamn prize. Out of all people, she could've chased Christian-the polished twin, the safe one, the one our old man parades around. But no. She wants me.

Can't say I blame her. Exceptional taste and all. But become a pawn in a marriage to link two rich families? Hard pass.

"Jude." I call my VP. I don't need to look to know he's there. He slides up beside me like a shadow. I feel my temper rise and grit my teeth. "Where's my brother?"

"At Voss Atelier's opening, Prez."

Christian runs the public face of Voss Enterprises: suits, speeches, glossy headlines. I run the parts people prefer not to see. Aside from Princes of Sin MC, the club is all mine. Voss Atelier, the newest addition to Voss Enterprises, a fashion house, is his new obsession - funny, I thought those belonged to me.

Jude hands me a handkerchief. I wipe the blood off my cheek - nothing serious, just a debtor with a bad aim - then pull my leather jacket on. The idea of crashing my brother's parade puts a grin on my face.

"Rough him up a bit," I tell Jude. "Then let him go."

The man stammers, kneeling, "Reaper, thank you! I owe you my life-"

"Oh, you do." I lean close, smile lazy and dangerous. "And don't forget it. If I don't have my cash by month's end," I shrug, casual as breathing, "I'll kill you myself."

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I park the Harley - my bike on some days, the love of my life on others - in the first open spot I see. I toss the keys to the valet and clap him on the shoulder. "Take good care of her, okay?"

He goes white. Probably heard the rumors about the "bad Voss brother." People like to pretend I'm some kind of monster. I hold back a chuckle. I prefer to think of myself as mostly chill.

If anyone's the uptight one, it's my identical twin, Christian - still sulking because Wendy once called me the hotter brother. That's the real cruelty.

But you didn't hear it from me.

What can I say? Long hair, tattoos, motorcycle, dick piercing - women dig it.

I head for the entrance, taking in the décor. Credit where it's due: my brother's taste in interiors is better than his taste in women. At least he's got that going for him. The headquarters is buzzing, packed with champagne-flute guests and fake smiles. A few "Mr. Voss" greetings trail after me, but I let them bounce off.

That's when I catch a familiar face. Vona, my brother's assistant. She flushes the second she spots me, tucking a piece of her glossy brown hair behind her ear, pretending she's not staring. Cute. She must be competent if she's survived three months with Christian, which makes her his longest-lasting assistant. But she doesn't exactly radiate professionalism when I'm in her orbit.

"Damien," she breathes, aiming me a coy little smile. "Mr. Voss wasn't expecting you tonight."

"Does this mean he won't let me see him?" I arch a brow, though we both know I don't give a damn. Christian knows it too.

"He was hoping you'd come. He's entertaining guests, but I know you're not interested in anything like that." Vona bites her bottom lip and winks, sliding closer until her fingers graze my arm. Bold. Too bold. She's never tried that before. "If you want, we can..."

I bark out a laugh, loud enough to make the couple beside us freeze mid–champagne grab. Poor Vona flinches at the sound. I peel her hand off my arm like it's gum stuck to me and pluck a flute off the passing tray.

"I'd rather not." Before she can say anything else, I walk away and wave her off.

It doesn't take long before I'm reminded exactly why I prefer beating fuckers up and running clubs to socialising with fake rich people. At some point, I've talked to half the room and still no sign of the main man. Fine. I give up on Christian for the night and head straight for the one thing that never disappoints: good alcohol.

I claim a stool at the far end of the bar, signal for a glass of whatever's strongest, and lean back to watch the parade of overdressed fakes swirl past.

That's when I see her.

Not because she wants me to - hell, she's not even looking. She's hunched over her drink, fingers tracing the rim of her glass like she's thinking about breaking it. Dark curls falling over her shoulders, sharp lines to her posture, eyes I can't quite catch from here. Something about her - the way she sits too still in a room buzzing with chatter - snags at me.

The bartender sets down my drink. I pick it up and, before I know it, I'm walking over.

"Seat taken?" I nod at the empty stool beside her.

She doesn't even glance at me. "Depends. Are you planning to talk?"

A laugh slips out of me, low and surprised. "Depends. Do you plan on listening?"

That earns me her eyes - sharp hazel, with a birthmark under one that makes me stare a second too long. Cat eyes, slit-pupiled if the light hits right. She studies me like she's sizing up a threat.

"Suit yourself," she mutters, turning back to her drink.

I lean in, can't help it. "Have we met before?"

She clicks her tongue against her teeth, tosses back the last of her glass. Then she finally looks at me, really looks, with a curl to her lips that's pure challenge.

"That's your line? Disappointing. I expected more from the great Christian Voss."

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They killed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory. Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave. Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie. Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him. As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed. She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.

Action Mafia Mystery

8.7

Bloodhoundhearts

8.7

Aiden is the Bloodhound the Council's most feared assassin, a vampire prince whose soul has been hollowed out by centuries of shadow and state-sanctioned slaughter. Elena is a Seer of the Vance line a woman of the mountain whose silver flame was meant to heal, not to spark a revolution. When their paths collide in the high spires of a corrupt capital, they don't just find love; they ignite a war that spans from the depths of the Sunken Vaults to the spectral currents of the Forbidden Coast. Now, fleeing the ruins of a broken empire, they carry the ultimate secret: Caelum, a child of the Harmony. Born during a solar eclipse, he is the Third Way a hybrid heir with the power to either unite the warring forces of light and dark or become a beacon of chaos that levels the continent. With the mechanical genius of a mad inventor, the iron will of a blacksmith's son, and the cryptic guidance of a five-hundred-year-old Oracle, Aiden and Elena must protect their son from enemies both ancient and new. From the obsidian breach-engines of the Council to the void-stained magic of Lyra, the first fallen Seer, the hunt is on. In a realm where blood defines destiny, can a monster become a father? Can a healer survive the abyss? And when the choice comes to sacrifice half of his soul, will the Child of the Harmony have the strength to forge a new dawn?

Action Fantasy Vampire

7.1

Her Rebirth For Revenge

7.1

They said she killed the prince, but what if they were wrong? Selene was the pack's beloved queen until everything changed. Someone put poison in the prince's drink and he died. Everyone blamed Selene. Her own husband, the king, said she had to die. But Selene didn't do it. The night before her death, a magic lady saved her. She gave Selene special powers that let her know when people tell lies. Now Selene looks different and has a new name. She comes back to her old home as a stranger. No one knows who she really is. She can hear the truth now, and the truth is scary. The real killer is still there, hurting more people. He has big plans to destroy everyone she once loved. Her old husband still thinks about her every day. His heart is broken because he thinks he killed his wife. But the new Selene is not the same person anymore. She is stronger and has magic powers. She wants to catch the real bad guy and save her people. But doing the right thing might mean losing everything again. Will she tell everyone who she really is, or will she keep her secret forever?

Action Mystery Romance

8.4

His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife

8.4

I was drugged and sent to a hotel room to be compromised, but I ended up in the presidential suite with a stranger. I didn't know the man I clung to in my hallucinogenic haze was my own husband, Devaughn Winters, a man I hadn't spoken to in a year. When I woke up the next morning, the terror of what I’d done hit me like a physical blow. I fled, leaving behind nothing but a shredded dress and a lingering sense of dread. I thought I’d finally escaped the cold, suffocating contract of our marriage when I signed the divorce papers, but I was wrong. My mother-in-law arrived at my apartment, freezing my sick mother’s medical funds and threatening to ruin me for the "infidelity" she claimed I’d committed. She dragged my secrets into the light, leaving me with no choice but to fight back with a knife in my hand and a 911 call on speaker. But just as I thought I was free, the man I’d spent the night with—the man who was supposed to be my stranger—tore up our divorce papers and declared that I was his to keep. I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand, trapped between a ruthless father who wanted to sell me for corporate secrets and a husband who demanded I belong to him in life and in death. How did he not know who I was that night, and why is he suddenly claiming me as his own? I’m done being a victim, and if he thinks he can own me, he’s about to find out exactly what happens when a cornered woman decides to burn it all down.

Action Modern Romance

7.2

Just A Vessel: The Surrogate's Escape

7.2

I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity. "Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature." I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought. That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs. For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator. When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated. My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny." Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream. But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff. Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode. Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate. He cut Iliana loose. "You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die. He thought he was leaving behind a corpse. He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts. "Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me." Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance. Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.

Action Mafia Romance

9.5

Mated To My Biggest Enemy

9.5

I spent my whole life hating the Red Canyon Pack. My father raised me to be the perfect Alpha daughter, ready to continue our century-old feud. Then the moon chose Asher Steele as my mate. The son of my greatest enemy. The man I should kill, not kiss. Our bond threatens everything I believed in. My pack calls me a traitor. His pack wants me dead. But when hunters target both our families, I realize the real enemy has been playing us all along. Now I must choose: honor my father's hatred or fight beside my fated mate to save everyone I love.

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