
The Biker's quintuplets Mum
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"Men will stain your white," a friend once told me during a business trip to Africa. I laughed it off as a joke. I wish I hadn't.
I'm Amelia, a powerful real estate mogul feared across the industry. In my late thirties, I had everything; wealth, beauty, and control. Marriage? Not on my list... until I met him; a struggling fashion designer who turned one night of fun into a lifetime commitment.
They say never trust the loyalty of a broke man. I learned it the hard way. I married him, loved him, even aborted my second child to save our marriage. But love is blind, and mine cost me everything; my womb, my child, my freedom.
He betrayed me with another woman, and in my rage, I killed him. That night destroyed my life; my parents' company collapsed, my best friend died, and I was sentenced to rot in prison.
Until I woke up; three years in the past.
On my best friend's wedding day... to the same man who murdered her.
This time, I stopped the wedding. This time, I'll make them all pay.
But fate plays cruel games.
One night of revenge led me into the arms of a powerful ex-biker; a Trillionaire with a dangerous past.
I ran away with our 5 little secrets.
And now, he won't stop until he has me.
The Biker's quintuplets Mum Chapter 1
Amelia
Our argument escalated in the car as we drove home from a party, with Declan's anger and insult pouring out. "You think the world revolves around you, but it doesn't." He sneered at me, his words dripping with venom.
"Have you seen yourself? Look at the other women you accused me of ogling. You are fat, ugly, and bloated."
I felt a stinging pain in my chest as he hurled those hurtful words at me. "Declan, my body changed because I gave birth to our daughter. That doesn't give you the right to flirt with other women, especially when they look uncomfortable around you," I snapped, trying to shield Amy's ears from the argument. She was too young to witness this, but she had grown used to our yelling matches.
Amy was sitting beside me in the backseat, and Declan behind the wheel. As he continued to berate me, his eyes suddenly drifted away from the road, locking onto a woman standing on the sidewalk.
I thought he had already forgotten about our conversation, then he responded. "You are the one who is insecure," he shot back. "If you had aborted the pregnancy like I asked, you wouldn't look like a worn out woman feeling threatened by younger women. You look like a woman in her fifties."
I felt a wave of pain wash over me. "You deserve to rot in hell, Declan. You deserve the deepest part of hell," I repeated, my voice shaking with rage and hurt.
How could he say such vile things with our daughter right there? He didn't even flinch, his gaze drifting back to a woman on the sidewalk.
In that same moment, a truck horn blared, and before Declan could refocus on the road, the vehicle swerved violently. A massive truck slammed into us, and our car spun out of control, crashing into another vehicle. Instinctively, I wrapped my body around Amy's, shielding her from the impact. The world seemed to slow down as glasses shattered. I remembered Declan's desperate cry, his hand forcing the door open, and then everything went black.
I woke up to the beeping sound of a machine. I looked around slowly and realized I was in a hospital. The sheets, the bright lights, the smell, everything felt unfamiliar. The last thing I remembered was Declan and I arguing in the car on our way back from a friend's party. He had been openly flirting with a lady right in front of me at the party, and that led to the fight. After that, everything went blank.
The door opened, and a doctor walked in, followed by a nurse.
"You are awake," he said. The tag on his coat read Dr. Reuben. He gave me a small, relieved smile.
This is not our regular family hospital because he doesn't look familiar. My throat felt dry, but I managed to speak. "How long have I been out?"
"One week," he replied, checking the monitor beside me. "You have been unconscious since the accident."
The word "accident" made me pause."What happened? And where is Declan, my husband?" I asked.
Dr. Reuben exchanged a quick look with the nurse before answering.
"Your husband didn't experience any severe injuries," he said slowly. "Not long after he was treated, he left and he hasn't been back since."
I blinked at him, confused. What does he mean Declan left the hospital a week ago?
He didn't come to check on me? Not even once?
I know Our marriage had been falling apart, and he wasn't the man I fell in love with anymore but would he really hate me enough to leave me here unconscious and just walk away with no explanation? The thought made my chest feel tight.
The doctor hesitated again. "Ma'am, what surgery did you do recently?"
I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean, what surgery? You can see the bandage on my stomach. Practically, you are the one who treated me."
I tried to push myself up, one hand instinctively clutching my healing stomach. The dull pain made me wince. "So tell me, what surgery did I do?"
The nurse quickly stepped closer. "Please don't strain yourself, ma'am."
"Easy, ma'am," the nurse said, trying to help me lie back down.
I looked at the doctor suspiciously. "Is anything wrong with me?"
"I am only asking to be sure," Dr. Reuben replied. "Because I discovered some abnormalities in your body."
That made my heart skip. Abnormalities? From what? The only surgery I had recently was an abortion.
"I had an abortion a few months ago," I said quietly.
Dr. Reuben sighed. "And a hysterectomy as well, right?"
I frowned. "A what?"
"A hysterectomy," he repeated, watching my reaction.
I shook my head slowly. "I don't know what that is."
The doctor paused, then asked, "The doctor who performed the surgery didn't explain anything to you?"
"No," I said.
He exhaled deeply and finally told me, "It means your womb was removed during the procedure. You can't have children anymore."
I went completely still. My mind emptied, my breath caught in my throat. I froze, unable to say anything.
"What do you mean I can't have children? I only had an abortion. I never asked for my womb to be taken out," I said, still in disbelief.
Declan must have done this.
He was against me getting pregnant early in our marriage, but I insisted on keeping the baby. The second time, he demanded an abortion. Out of loyalty, and because I was desperately trying to save what was left of our marriage, I agreed.
Now it made sense. That wretched excuse of a human being must have gone behind my back and told the doctor to remove my womb. This was beyond cruelty, I had married a man who hated me, a man who mocked me, my body, my choices, every chance he got.
He didn't even like our daughter....My daughter.
I looked up sharply at the doctor. "Please, did he leave with my daughter too?" I asked, my voice barely steady. I knew Declan would rather dump her with my parents or a friend than take her home with him.
Dr. Reuben's expression changed from serious to sympathetic.
When they brought you all in," he said quietly, "your daughter had lost a lot of blood. We tried everything, we even begged your husband to sign a document for emergency surgery, that we could save her if the surgery was carried out, he refused at first but later agreed, by the time we brought the document for him to sign, your husband had disappeared. We lost her."
For a moment, I didn't understand what he said. It was like the words didn't land.
I felt my breath leave my body. I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to explain it differently, to say she was in another ward or with another doctor. .But his expression didn't change.
"No..." The word slipped out of me, "No, she was fine. She was fine when we left the party, she was at the back when the accident happened, it shouldn't affect her much."
My baby girl was gone, I had no womb, and Declan had dumped me like I meant nothing.
All of it hitting me in the same day felt unreal. I broke down completely, loud and uncontrollable.
I cursed myself for ever saying yes to him. I cursed the day I agreed to marry him, the day I thought love meant enduring whatever he threw at me.
After everything I had done for him, supporting his fashion dream, using my savings to help him start, standing by him when everyone else doubted him. The best he could do was turn around and stab me in the back?
I cried harder, shaking, my hands covering my face.I was crying for my little girl.My sweet baby I would never see again.
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Two weeks later, I sat on the couch in the living room, staring at nothing. My mind wandered everywhere at once. Since the day I left the hospital, there had been no sign of Declan. None of his friends claimed to know where he was and I have been grieving the loss of our daughter alone.
I hoped he kept running forever, because if I ever got my hands on him, I am going to murder him on spot. .
My phone buzzed on the table. I blinked out of my thoughts and picked it up. The message was from an anonymous number.
It contained only an address and a short sentence:
"Your husband is here, go check."
My heart hammered, I stood up immediately.
If this was real, if he was actually there, then Declan wouldn't see me coming. Today would be his last day walking freely on this earth.
Author's note: Amy😭, Amelia my love, Men🏃
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The Biker's quintuplets Mum of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?

8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?

7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.

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.

7.6
Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her.
The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate.
Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless.
When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed.
He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her.
To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature.
"If you fail, you will never see Bria again."
He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point.
Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair.
How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing?
Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.

8.8
The only thing more dangerous than the game is the man guarding the crease.
Lyon Navarro has spent his entire career tearing down the San Diego Stormbreakers. As the city's most ruthless journalist, he's made an art form out of exposing the Alphas' volatile tempers and their scandalous lives off the rink. He's the man they love to hate-until a desperate management team offers him the biggest paycheck of his life to fix their image.
The assignment? Tame the six most notorious werewolves in the league.
But Lyon isn't just dealing with professional athletes; he's stepping into a den of apex predators who have been waiting for him to cross their territory. And they have no intention of playing nice.
Rafael Stone, the team's intense, iron-willed captain, has made one thing clear: if Lyon wants to manage the pack, he's going to have to survive them. But between the locker room tension, the high-stakes pressure of the season, and the way the pack's gazes feel like a physical brand on his skin, Lyon realizes he's no longer just reporting the story-he's the one being hunted.
In a world of adrenaline, cold ice, and raw, lupine desire, Lyon is about to discover that the line between enemy and lover is thinner than a skate blade.
Six Alphas. One PR strategist. And a season that's about to get very, very hot.
Beyond the Ice is a high-stakes, slow-burn MM hockey werewolf romance. Expect intense power dynamics, sizzling tension, and a pack that doesn't just want to win the cup-they want to claim their man.








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