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?
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Chapter 6
Mason POV
I watch as Hera walks away angrily after calling me a bastard and a liar.
A bastard and a liar? That's what I am in her eyes? I have to admit,she is the first woman to ever disrespect me and walk scotfree,not even...
Instead of getting angry,I find myself grinning like the fool she has turned me into.
But then again...She was clearly angry at me. What did I do wrong? I try to think of what I did wrong but come up with nothing.
A tap on my shoulders interrupts my thoughts . I turn around and come face to face with a grinning Jepoy.
"What's with that stupid smile of yours?" I ask and Jepoy glares at me.
" You are the only person in the world to call me stupid!"
I smile at his words, "Yet you are the biggest fool. You can't even tell that your woman is angry at you." He adds and now, it's my time to glare at him.
" What do you mean? She was angry at me, I just don't know why." I refute.
" There, it proves my point."
I look at Jepoy and the urge to strangle him fills my mind. But this is JP, my best friend and member of the shadow riders motorcycle club,my club.
" Since you are my brother I will help you figure out why." Jepoy offers and I give him a skeptical look.
"What? You think I am clueless about how to deal with women?" he asks and I snicker.
"For someone who has had no Woman by his side for a decade, how are you supposed to help me?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
A familiar look of pain flashes jepoy's eyes before he immediately schools his emotions.
"Just because I don't date doesn't mean I am entirely clueless about it. Furthermore, don't you want to win your beauty?" Jepoy insists and I sigh.
Indeed there's nothing more I want than to stake my claim on Hera. Although I made my intentions clear to her,that's not enough. I want to own her, to claim her, to possess every inch of those luscious hips of her. Those sexy eyes when she looks at me, it feels like a siren call to hell, one that I am willing to indulge.
Thinking about her body pressed against mine as I pleasure her gives me a damn erection.
"Look at you, drooling after thinking about a woman no one would believe that you are the leader of a MC." Jepoy mocks me, feigning a disgusted look on his face
I fight the urge to roll my eyes at Jepoy's words. Drooling isn't all I do when I think about my Hera. I can't count the number of times I have jerked off thinking about her. The thought of her lips, those full, pink lips that make me imagine how good they would feel on my dick. I can already imagine the look on her face if I force her to suck me off.
That's just one of the things I would have her do, I have a whole list. I would love to have her tied up and naked as I use her body for my pleasure.
" Earth to you idiot!" Jepoy says as he slaps my head. I snap out of my fantasies.
"What the fuck are you thinking? I know that look and I would like to say it's disgusting." He says.
I ignore him but can't help the smile that paints my lips. I make my way to my bike with every intention of leaving the club. Jepoy's footsteps echo behind me.
" By the way, what did Linda say?" Jepoy asks and my mood suddenly darkens.
I take a deep breath and let it out. Linda... That wretched woman!
" If she wasn't Lily's mom, I would have already put a bullet in her head." I growl in anger.
" What? I thought you came to make peace with her so that she can withdraw the case?" Jepoy asks and I take a deep breath before exhaling loudly.
" That was the plan but she even threatened me. Before I could do anything, Hera walked on us." I answer. I can feel my frustration creeping in me.
Linda is really trying my patience by threatening me twice. I am not someone who appreciates threats. The last person to threaten me is already serving as nutrients for the trees in the forest.
" What? You are saying Hera walked on you with Linda? " Jepoy suddenly asks, his tone of voice alarming. I turn around to face him, nodding.
" That's right. I wanted to strangle the life out of that conniving bitch but... "
"Forget about Linda for now, your woman misunderstood you." Jepoy informs me and I frown, not understanding.
" She walked on you with Linda and I assume in a confined place. She thinks you have something going on with her. It's no wonder she looked mad earlier."
The moment Jepoy's words sink in, the air suddenly grows heavier and panic creeps in. The urge to go after Hera and clarify the issue fills me. I can't let her think that Linda and I...
" Don't even think about it." Jepoy's words stop me in my tracks. I frown at him.
" Think about what?" I ask, half annoyed, half anxious.
"Don't think about going after Hera. Let her cool off."
" Let her cool off? Jepoy, she thinks I am fucking that vile woman after confessing to her not long ago." I explain, my voice rising.
Jepoy's lips curve in a grin and I look at him like he is an idiot.
" What are you grinning for? Can't you see that this is serious?"
" That's why I am grinning. You have never been so interested in a woman before. You always go after your prey, fuck and discard them but you have never been interested enough to chase after them. It's refreshing seeing this side of you." Jepoy answers.
He does have a point. I have never been this invested in a woman. Hera is the first.
" This is different. I do want to fuck her but the desire to own her, stake my claim and mark her as mine, it's new. I want her and I will have her. But I also want her trust. The look of anger and something else I couldn't decipher in her eyes earlier, it was too much. At first, I didn't relate to the pained look on her face but after realizing what made her angry,I feel antsy."
" You are afraid Mason. " Jepoy states and I narrow my eyes at him.
" Afraid? Afraid of what? I always get any woman I want, she won't be any different." I declare. I am used to women fighting for my attention, fighting for a chance to share a bed with me, to have a taste of what my dick can offer them... I don't believe Hera won't be the same . ..
" Yet you want to chase after her and explain yourself. You don't want to lose her. That's what this is about." Jepoy challenges. He is not entirely true. I knew from the moment I saw her that she was different. It's not about her curvaceous body which is considered below beauty standards here in the city. There's something more about her...something that enticed me from the word go.
" I am your best friend. The person who knows you the best. I'll never advise you to do something that will harm you. Let her cool off then confess what you were doing with Linda and your relationship with her." Jepoy suggests and my eyes widen in shock.
" No fucking way!"
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Their worlds collide in the ER, but Jarred isn't alone. He is accompanying his rumored heiress fiancée.
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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
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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.