Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl
Lily S.W · Completed · 210.5k Words
Introduction
His eyes darken, flicking to my mouth.
"It's wrong. Your brother would slit my throat for just standing this close. But tell me, little bird" his breath ghosts my skin, "are you trembling because you hate me… or because you've wanted this just as much as I have?"
Wren thought she'd buried the chaos of New Orleans for good—the clubs, the blood-soaked loyalties, the men who lived and died by their kuttes. Seattle gave her everything she ever wanted: freedom, love, a future.
But one betrayal shatters it all.
Dragged home by tragedy, Wren finds herself under the watchful eye of Ezra Jax—the Raven Reapers MC's vice president and her brother's best friend. He's infuriating, dangerous, and far too tempting for a man she should never touch.
And the deeper Wren is pulled back into his world, the more she realizes nothing about her past—or about Ezra—is what she believed.
In the chaos of gang wars, mounting debts, and old betrayals, he becomes the one constant. The more she fights him, the harder she falls. And the more he pushes her away, the more lethal his pull becomes.
Because in this world, love isn't sweet.
It's brutal. Bloody.
And it's bound to break them both.
When loyalty is everything and love can cost your life, will Wren risk her heart on the one man she was never meant to love?
Chapter 1
Wren
"Congratula—" I squint at my screen, the caption refusing to settle.
Tilting the phone, I blink hard and try again. The phone automatically refreshes and my stomach dips at the video that pops up.
I ditch the caption and watch the video. There plastered on social media is my fiancé... at the altar with someone that isn't... me.
I close my eyes, hoping that I'm wrong and it's just my brain fogging up like it usually does. When I open them again, the video is still there.
"W-wh—" No words come out. Confusion, hurt, anger, they all slam into me at once. In a minute, I shoot to my feet.
This better be a rehearsal dinner, Tristan. It better be a joke.
My phone rings and I pick it up without looking, dragging a dress over my head at the same time.
"Wren!" My friend, Judi's voice greets me from the other end. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"If you're talking about Tristan then—"
"Yes, I'm talking about Tristan. What the heck is going on, Wren? Did you guys break up?"
I slip into comfortable shoes. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm about to find out. Read me the address, please."
She rattles it off then adds, "Don't do anything stupid."
"When have I ever done anything stupid?" I roll my eyes and step out of my apartment, hailing a cab and getting in.
"I mean, hm," she hums, the line is silent for a beat. "You're right. You're pretty level-headed. Do you need me to come?"
I shake my head but remember she can't see me. "No, thank you, Judi. I'm just going to figure out what this is about and I'll call you later."
"Alright," she sighs. "I'm sorry, Wren."
My throat tightens and my eyes water. I hang up, watching the road go by while I convince myself everything is one big misunderstanding.
The ring on my finger catches the light, the weight settles in my mind. I love Tristan. We love each other. He proposed last month. We were supposed to start planning the wedding.
I pull up the video on my phone again, the wedding is still in motion. And it's beautiful, almost like my dream wedding. The woman's face is still in a veil, but Tristan... He stands there tall, smiley, looking so proud of himself as they recite their vows.
"...Mr Fuller, do you take Miss..."
"Ma'am." The driver interrupts. "We're here."
"Th-thank you," I stammer, handing him some bills and I scramble my way into the hotel.
The receptionist scans me from head to toe, judging me. I'm sure my simple dress and sandals are not fitting enough for her.
"How can I help you?" She snarks, lips pulled down in distaste.
I ignore her judgmental looks and respond. "I'm here for the wedding? Tristan Fuller and..."
"Your name please?"
"Wren." I clear my throat. "Wren Carlisle."
My fingers tap on the cubicle, jaw tightening at the sound of the frantic click of the keyboard.
After what feels like hours, she looks up. "You're not on the guest list."
I blink.
Then, I laugh. It just bursts out uncontrollably. A full belly laugh that has me bending at the waist.
I'm not on the guest list for my fiancé's wedding.
"Okay," I nod, sniffling and wiping an imaginary tear. "Where is the wedding happening?"
The receptionist stares at me like I've lost my mind. And maybe I have.
"Urm, well, it's in the garden. Back through there." She points.
"Thanks." I head in that direction.
She rushes toward me. "No ma'am, we can't let you go back there—"
I spin around, and she backs up, eyes wide.
"My fiancé—" I raise my ring finger, "is getting married to someone else. I deserve to talk with him."
For the first time her eyes soften. "I'm sorry about that. But you're not allowed—"
"Don't stop me, please," I beg. "I just want to talk, nothing else."
She looks around the empty lobby, and then sighs. "I'll give you ten minutes, if you're not out by then, I'm calling security."
"No problem."
Her glare pierces into my soul. "I can't lose my job, ma'am." She warns through gritted teeth.
"You won't. Thank you..." I glance at her name tag,
"Stephanie."
"Ten minutes."
I jog toward the direction she pointed at. No one stops me, no one questions me until I burst through the double doors.
Judi's warning filters into my head, but I ignore it. Maybe I might just do something a little stupid. I just have to know.
"Tristan!" I yell, storming down the aisle decorated with flowers. All eyes swivel to me, gasps and chatters fill the air.
Tristan and his bride—a woman I don't recognize—stand behind a large cake, looking ready to cut it.
His eyes widen when he sees me but then he recovers immediately.
"Wren." He states dryly when I'm close enough. "What are you doing here?"
"Baby, who's this?" His bride asks.
"I should be asking that," I say to her, then turn back to Tristan. "What's going on?"
"I'm getting married," he replies, shrugging like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Well, it is.
I swallow. "Yeah, I can see that. B-but we're engaged... it's supposed to be me."
"Engaged?" His bride gasps.
He leans to her. "She's the one I told you about, babe. Please let me sort this out, go sit."
And she obeys. What does he mean by that? What did he tell her about me?
"Tristan." My heart breaks, voice breaking alongside. I blink back my tears.
"I changed my mind, Wren." He rolls his eyes. "You're not supposed to be here."
His nonchalance rubs me the wrong way. He's not even sorry, not in the least.
"The moment you decided to make this public, you practically invited me," I snap, then sigh. "Baby, come on, did I do something?"
"No."
"Okay, can we talk about it? I don't understand, Tristan." I reach for him. "Help me—"
He grips my hand before it reaches his face, his fingers curling tight around my wrist. "Don't touch me. Go home, Wren."
"You're hurting me," I whisper.
His face hardens, scowling. "You're ruining my wedding."
"I'm ruining your wedding?" I yank my hand from his grip, glaring. "You're ruining my life! My plans!"
"Leave, Wren!"
Anger surges through my veins, bubbling in my chest.
"You don't have the decency to break things off with me? You proposed to me last month!" I shout.
The crowd gasps.
"I'm not interested anymore!" He screams back. "You don't know how to take a hint, this wedding is a big hint, Wren."
"Wow," I scoff. "You're a real piece of shit!"
His hand shoots out, cracking across my cheek. Hard.
Last Chapters
#156 Chapter 156
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#155 Chapter 155
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#154 Chapter 154
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#153 Chapter 153
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#152 Chapter 152
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#151 Chapter 151
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#150 Chapter 150
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#149 Chapter 149
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#148 Chapter 148
Last Updated: 2/27/2026#147 Chapter 147
Last Updated: 2/27/2026
You Might Like 😍
The CEO Above My Desk
“I know she does.”
“And what if she doesn’t want this kind of protection?”
“She will,” I say, my voice lowering slightly. “Because she needs a man who can give her the world.”
“And if the world burns?”
My hand tightens subtly at Violet’s waist.
“Then I’ll build her a new one,” I reply. “Even if I have to burn the old one down myself.”
I don’t work for Rowan Ashcroft.
I work beneath him.
From my desk, I decide who gets access to the most ruthless CEO in the city, and who never makes it past the lobby. I manage his time, his silence, his enemies. I keep his world running while my own quietly collapses under unpaid bills, a mother locked in rehab, and a brother who vanished without a goodbye.
Rowan Ashcroft is power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Cold. Untouchable. Merciless.
He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t see people, only usefulness.
And for a long time, I was just useful.
Until he started watching.
A shift in his attention is subtle at first. A pause too long. A look that lingers. Orders that pull me closer instead of pushing me away. The man who stands above my desk begins to control more than my schedule, and I realize too late that being noticed by Rowan Ashcroft is far more dangerous than being ignored.
Because men like him don’t crave affection.
They crave possession.
This was supposed to be a job.
Not a test of my limits.
Not a slow, deliberate descent into his authority.
But if Rowan Ashcroft decides I belong under his desk, then so be it.
Survival has a price, and the bills don’t care how I pay them.
GO ON YOUR KNEES, ALPHA.
He was wrong.
Six years ago, Pete Leadsilver had everything an Alpha could want. Power, a respected pack and a future already written for him.
Then he met me.
What began as a game became a mistake I would spend years trying to survive. When I told him I was carrying his child, Pete chose not to believe me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and allowed the people around him to make sure I understood that there was no place for me in his world.
So I disappeared.
I took the secret of my pregnancy with me and built a life far away from the Alpha who had broken me.
Six years later, Pete finds me again. Only this time, he isn't the man with all the power. His pack is dying, his people are running out of time, and I may be the only person capable of saving them.
But I'm no longer the woman Pete remembers. And beside me is a little boy who carries far too much of Pete's face to be a coincidence.
Our reunion should have been about a cure, but instead, it becomes the beginning of a war neither of us saw coming.
Because Pete's greatest danger isn't outside his pack.
It's inside his own family.
Old resentment turns into manipulation. Loyalty becomes betrayal. And the people Pete trusts begin hiding secrets that threaten to destroy everything he's built.
Then someone comes for the people I love.
Suddenly, this is no longer about whether Pete can earn my forgiveness.
It's about whether he can keep me alive.
Whether he can protect the son he never knew existed.
Whether he can uncover the truth before the people closest to him destroy everything he has finally learned to value.
Along the way, we'll lose people we thought would always stand beside us, I'll be forced to confront wounds I've spent six years trying to bury, and the family we're slowly building will be tested in ways neither of us could have imagined.
Because sometimes love isn't the hardest thing to find. Sometimes it's the hardest thing to survive.
Pete once believed power meant never needing anyone and I once believed surviving him meant leaving him behind.
We were both wrong.
Because some bonds refuse to die, some betrayals cut deeper than rejection and some people don't come back into your life to give you a second chance.
They come back to show you exactly what you almost lost.
Pete Leadsilver lost me once.
This time, he'll have to fight to keep the family he never knew he needed.
Mission: Steal the Male Lead
But the more Morwenna changes the story, the stranger the world becomes. The heroine seems to know the future, unseen spectators begin commenting on her life, and the gods watching from above grow obsessed with the drama unfolding before them. Trapped in a story where fate has already decided the ending, Morwenna must choose whether to follow the script or rewrite it entirely. But if the world itself was never meant to belong to its characters, can she steal the male lead before fate steals her freedom first?
Moonfire: Betrayed By The Alpha
Alpha Caden Blackwell believed those words would break me. That after three years of marriage marked by silence, humiliation, and quiet rejection, I would fear a life without him.
I did once.
As the Luna of the Shadowcrest Pack, I gave everything to a man my wolf recognized as her mate, enduring whispers, cold stares, and a pack that never truly accepted me. I stayed because I believed love required endurance. Because I believed patience would one day be rewarded.
That belief shattered the night Caden welcomed his former lover back into our home, along with a child he claimed as his heir. It ended the moment his choices nearly cost me my life and the life of one of my unborn pups. Leaving was no longer a matter of pride. It was survival.
Caden does not know the woman who walked away. He still sees the Luna who waited, who forgave, who loved without limits. He does not see Nova Ashton, a woman capable of rebuilding her identity and claiming a future on her own terms.
I will never crawl back.
Faking It With My Worst Enemy On Ice
But on his birthday, everything falls apart when his girlfriend exposes Clare's most humiliating secret in front of the entire team.
Just when Clare is ready to disappear, Rhys Calloway, her worst enemy and the team's arrogant captain, pulls her into his arms and tells everyone she is his girlfriend.
She should have pushed him away, but she kissed him back instead.
Now Clare is locked into a two-month fake relationship with the most infuriating man she has ever met, trying to get over a stepbrother who never cared and survive a captain who makes her forget why she was supposed to hate him.
The problem is that Rhys kisses like he means every single second of it, and just when Clare starts to move on, Zane decides he wants her back.
One girl, two hockey players, and a heart that was never supposed to feel this much. Will she choose the stepbrother who broke her or the enemy who caught her when she fell?
Letters to a Dark Prince
Thrown into Isteros Academy—a world of old money, blood money, and cruel social games—she's an outsider by birth and an afterthought by design. Her sister Solyn is the school's untouchable queen and Mara is her favorite target.
Everyone expects Atreus to treat his fiancée’s scholarship sister like everyone else does—as if she doesn’t matter.
Instead, his dorm room sits directly across from hers, close enough that she can see his light go out at night. Some nights, he climbs the old maintenance trellis just to check on her. He teaches her chess. He shows up exactly when something's gone wrong—and never once asks to be thanked for it.
"Don't fall in love with one piece," he warns her, over a board neither of them treats like a game anymore. "It punishes the person who only sees half of it."
Mara doesn't understand why the boy who's supposed to make her life harder keeps quietly making it easier—not until she realizes the anonymous stranger she's been writing to every week already has a name.
His.
He doesn't know he's writing to her, either.
By the time they find out, it's too late to stop what's already happening. Far too dangerous for anyone to find out.
In an empty studio, in the middle of a rainstorm, she asks him: 'Am I the kind of girl who kisses a boy engaged to my sister?'
He doesn't answer.
So she asks: 'What are we?’
He told her not to fall in love with one piece.
She fell anyway.
And he was never far behind.
Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman
Bonds at War: The Virgin is Mine
Perhaps then they would stop controlling my every move. Maybe my brothers would stop resenting me. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel so invisible anymore.
No one believed I could do it—not even my mate, Alpha Jaxon Trevane.
The night I planned to tell him... I found him tangled in bed with my best friend.
Heartbroken and humiliated, I left everything behind and went to Elite alone.
But the academy isn’t the fairytale I dreamed about.
Beneath the grand halls and traditions, a brutal game is being played.
The four ruling Alphas of the North, South, East, and West fight for power, dominance... and now, for me.
A virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed. The prize they all want.
There’s the mate who shattered my heart and swears he’ll win me back.
The brilliant strategist who wants me as his Luna.
The dangerous playboy who promises no one will ever touch me but him.
And the cold, possessive Alpha who watches from the shadows—and would destroy anyone who dares to take me from him.
But in a place where love is a battlefield and lust is a weapon... falling in love might be the most dangerous thing I ever do.
Welcome to Elite Order Academy—where every desire has a price, and my body is the ultimate trophy.
The rejected white luna
Love's Deadly Equation
I was sent to her.
To watch her. To protect her. And, when the order comes… to kill her.
My name is Keegan Caffery. I’m the Carter Mafia’s best hitman. I don’t miss. I don’t fail.
At least, I didn’t use to.
I don’t know what it is about her that got to me first—her mouth, her mind, or the way she looks at me like I’m not what she should fear.
I’ve had a gun to her head since I walked into her life.
She knows it.
And she still doesn’t run.
She just watches me back like she’s studying a problem she refuses to call impossible.
She’s the one variable I can’t control.
And God help me… I don’t want to.
I have an order. I have loyalty. I have a trigger.
But every time I imagine it—
I can’t stand it.
Her or me. That’s the math.
It’s a deadly equation I don’t want to solve.
⬥ Maisie ⬥
I’m not ordinary. I stopped pretending long ago.
My name is Maisie Seo. IQ 145. Clinical genius.
Which sounds impressive until you realize what it actually means: I don’t fit anywhere people expect me to.
I see patterns everywhere. Outcomes before they happen. People like equations I’ve already solved.
It gets lonely in a world you’ve already figured out.
So I dull myself down. Smoke the edges off. Pretend, badly, to be the kind of normal that lets people stay.
Then he walked in.
I knew what he was immediately. Dangerous. Intentional. Wrong in all the right ways.
I should be afraid of him.
I keep waiting for that to kick in.
Instead, I’m fascinated.
Because for the first time in my life… I’ve found something I can’t solve.
He is my deadly equation.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Filled, Owned, and Fucked by My Best Friend’s Father
He was supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. The kind of man you only fantasize about when you’re alone in the dark with your hand between your thighs.
But the night I caught him eating another woman alive by the pool, I couldn’t look away.
And he knew it.
The moment his dark eyes locked on mine through the glass, I became prey. His filthy smirk promised one thing—he saw me touching myself to him, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it.
Now, every time I’m in his house, I can’t breathe without thinking of his mouth between my legs.
I left my cheating boyfriend behind, only to fall into something even more dangerous:
a man who could ruin me, break me, and make me beg for his cock while his own daughter sleeps in the next room.
He’s too old. Too powerful. Too forbidden.
But Gianni doesn’t ask—he takes.
And I don’t want him to stop.
