The Biker's Claim
A virgin at thirty? A plus-size? Yes, that's Hera. After a painful heartbreak, she shuts herself off and chooses to focus on her career. Well, that's until She meets Mason aka Viper, the leader of Shadow riders motorcycle club on her way to her best friends wedding. He stakes his claim on her but life has a way of messing people up. Past traumas and bitter Ex's crawl on them. Hera has a secret, will Mason accept this side of her when he learns about it?
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He is ready to settle, she only wants to play around. He is Jepoy aka Zero. The deadly weapon of the club, yet she elopes his traps, avoiding his claim.
She was not always like this, a traumatic marriage changed her. He saved her from him, but he can't save her from the hell she lives in everyday. Chloe knows she isn't ready to settle, Jepoy knows he must stake a claim on her. Two wounded souls, two different destination, is there a future for them?
TRIGGER WARNING: The story contains sensitive information.
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Chapter 1
Hera's POV
They say that the Christmas season brings good news, laughter and happiness. It's a season of love but for me...
Well, this isn't about me. Christmas sure came early this year. A month ago, my best friend, Chloe,called ànd invited me to her wedding.
I was happy until I realized that I will have to travel back to Las Vegas to attend her wedding.
I tried to decline the invitation but Chloe being Chloe saw me through.
"Don't you dare say no,Hera or I won't hesitate to fly to Chicago and drag your ass to Las Vegas." She threatened.
That's why I am here now at the airport heading to the airport parking lot.
The airport is as chaotic as ever. People rushing to catch flights, the announcements in the background, and that familiar feeling of being just a face in the crowd.
This is me. I prefer walking around without people having to turn around and give me a second or third glance. But, with a body like mine, a plus size, that's more of a dream.
It's uncomfortable how people will stare at you like having a sizable butt and D cups is a crime. This is Las Vegas after all. Women are expected to be petite ànd sizable. One would think that being thirty years old, I should be used to it. Truth is, everytime,they make me feel like an outcast, a contrast to societal norms.
That's why I moved from here and settled in Chicago where people don't frown on plus size women like me. I also escaped my past here, a past so bitter that I prefer forgetting it, only that I can't allow myself to forget.
I adjust the strap of my purse, my heels clicking against the floor as I try to navigate the terminal. I flew in from Chicago for Chloe's wedding, and while I am happy for my best friend, a part of me can't help but feel... out of place.
I am thirty,still single, and, despite my success in life, I have no real romantic history to speak of.
Well , that is if a failed romance does not count.
My family has been on my neck about getting married. My mother never stops reminding me that a woman without a husband is a failure, no matter how successful her career is. My sister mocks me every chance she gets, calling me a wallflower, a woman who can't keep a man.
Chloe is the only person who accepts me for who I am. Maybe that's why we are best friends.
She has never looked down on my decision to focus on my career. She was there when my last relationship messed me big time. She helped me get back to my feet.
Chloe is one crazy woman though. She has been divorced twice but still insists on finding her soulmate. I'd say, she is strong. She is not like me, giving up after the first trial. Thinking about the crazy things we have done together, I can't help but smile.
My thoughts are interrupted when I collide with something-hard.
"Oh!" I gasp ,almost stumbling backward, but the stranger's reflexes are quick, and he steadies me with one firm hand.
"Whoa there!" The voice is rich, deep, and amused. I look up, only to find a man standing before me with a grin. His tousled hair and strong jawline emits a sense of confidence that draws you in to stare longer.
I take a quick step back, brushing my hair behind her ear, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." I mumble awkwardly.
"No problem," he says smoothly,his smile widening. "I think I just survived a direct hit." His deep ocean eyes twinkle with humor.
I don't know why but his easy going nature makes me feel even more awkward. "I'm not usually this clumsy." I try to explain myself. I should be thankful that I didn't end up bumping into one of those rude guys who wouldn't hesitate to rub it on my face that I am fat.
I notice the guy checking me out but instead of the usual disgust I get, something else flashes in hís eyes. Is it intrigue or interest? I can't tell.
"Yeah? I'm gonna have to take your word for it." He gives me a sly grin.
"You know, I think you might be a danger to society. It's not every day someone nearly takes me out in an airport."
I laugh, my cheeks coloring.
"Well, it was nice almost knocking you over," I say, stepping aside to let him pass. I figure out that the sooner he walks away, the better or I'll end up embarrassing myself before a stranger.
He gives me a knowing look. "Trust me, the pleasure was all mine. Safe travels!" And with that, he disappears into the crowd.
I watch him go, a small smile tugging at my lips. As short as the encounter was,I find it quite refreshing. It's like a breath of fresh air. He didn't stare at me with disgust or with the lust others sent my way.
I shake my head from my thoughts and continue on my way, wondering just how my day had taken such an interesting turn.
After boarding the taxi I had ordered, I make my way to the hotel where the wedding will be held.
Since it's an evening wedding, I realize I have enough time to refreshen. I want to give Chloe a surprise so I won't be telling her about my arrival. I can already imagine the look on my face when she sees me.
It's been three years since we last saw each other and I can't wait to hug her.
When the car comes to a stop outside St Luke's hotel, I step out and make my way to the reception where I booked myself a suite.
I have no intention of going home and listening to my mother's insults and my sister's degrading comments.
The receptionist confirms my booking and I collect the card to my room.
With thanks, I turn around and start walking to the elevator.
" Hera,is that you?" A familiar voice calls,making me freeze on my spot.
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7.0
Eight years ago, Alaina forced herself to say the most vicious, heartless things to break up with her fiercely loyal college boyfriend, protecting him from his billionaire family's wrath.
Now, she is a top maxillofacial surgeon, and Jarred Mcknight has returned as the ruthless CEO of Wall Street's most powerful corporation.
Their worlds collide in the ER, but Jarred isn't alone. He is accompanying his rumored heiress fiancée.
His eyes are pure ice. He treats Alaina with a suffocating, clinical detachment, fiercely protecting the heiress from Alaina's medical examination. The professional slap in the face shatters Alaina's heart all over again.
Later, at an exclusive restaurant, Jarred catches Alaina on a miserable, forced blind date. Still believing she left him for money and status, he publicly mocks her for working herself to the bone just to climb the ladder.
Her sleazy date, humiliated by the billionaire's sheer dominance, turns his bruised ego on Alaina. On the dark street outside, the lawyer aggressively grabs her arm, trying to force himself on her.
Alaina thought Jarred despised her. She thought he had completely moved on, leaving her to drown in the memories of the future they never had.
But why did Jarred suddenly explode from the shadows like a lethal predator, brutally snapping the lawyer's wrist just for touching her?
Pinning her trapped against the cold brick wall, Jarred's dark eyes burn with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"Is this the kind of garbage you date now?"
The eight years of separation mean nothing. The billionaire hasn't let her go, and this time, there is no escape.
8.9
Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents.
When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell.
Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared.
He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away.
Debora thought she was finally safe.
But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred.
He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner.
He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair.
He didn't know she was just a scapegoat.
To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her.
He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress.
They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her.
"Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!"
Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her?
Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open.
Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
7.2
On our wedding night, celebrating a billion-dollar family merger, my new husband Coleton stepped out of the shower.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his dead brother's widow, Hana, crying that her five-year-old had a fever.
Without hesitation, Coleton shoved me hard into the wall to get out the door.
"Are you seriously jealous of a sick five-year-old kid?" he spat.
He abandoned me in the bridal suite. I immediately filed for divorce and leaked it to the press.
To save the merger and their stock prices, both our families rushed in to force me to back down.
My own father raised his hand to slap me for my "petty female jealousy."
Coleton's grandfather brutally beat him with a heavy wooden cane right in front of me, trying to use a twisted debt of honor to guilt-trip me into staying.
Through a hidden dumbwaiter shaft, I overheard their secret meeting. They were plotting to use Coleton's bloody photos to paint me as a cold-hearted villain to the media, trapping me in the marriage through public shame.
My own brother nodded along to this plot just to secure his CEO bonus.
Coleton only begged for my forgiveness because he was terrified of losing his trust fund to an illegitimate heir.
In their eyes, my dignity was just a cheap commodity with a price tag.
But I am a Pennington, raised in a world where trust is a liability.
I calmly saved the audio recording of their plot, packed my Hermes suitcase, and emailed the most ruthless divorce litigator in Manhattan.
9.5
My husband, Kahlil, despised me, while his "sister" Cassandra lived in our home, playing the role of a fragile, wheelchair-bound victim.
To get rid of me, she orchestrated a trap, taking a misleading photo to frame me for having an affair.
When Kahlil saw the photo, he didn't even give me a chance to explain.
He believed Cassandra's fake tears instantly and violently shoved me away.
I crashed hard into a heavy glass table, the impact sending agonizing spasms through my stomach that dropped me to the floor in a cold sweat.
While I writhed in excruciating pain, he stood there shielding the very woman who was destroying my life.
"Stop playing the victim," he roared, looking at me with pure disgust. "You are my wife in name, and you will not make a fool of me!"
My heart completely shattered as I lay on the cold hardwood floor.
I had never been unfaithful, yet he treated me like property, blindly protecting a snake who wore sheer tops to seduce him at midnight.
Why was I enduring this suffocating farce of a marriage just to be trampled on?
But when Cassandra pushed her luck and hired a sleazy playboy to assault me in the dark garden, her perfect mask finally shattered.
As Kahlil rushed in to save me, a terrified Cassandra forgot her own lie and stood up from her wheelchair on two perfectly healthy legs.
Looking at their shocked faces, I realized it was finally time to crush the snake and walk away for good.