Bikers’ Obsession: Ruined and Claimed By My Bullies

Diane's POV

I stared at my reflection like it might lie to me if I waited long enough.

Like it would tell me I was beautiful.

The dress hugged every part of me, exposing the parts I spent my life trying to hide. My arms were too heavy, the excess skin flapping as I raised them, narrowing my eyes at the mirror.

I sucked in a sharp breath, but it wasn’t enough to flatten my stomach, and I was stupid for thinking it would. The fat pushed against the fabric no matter how many times I tugged it down.

The black color was supposed to be slimming—at least that’s what the salesgirl had said, with an awkward smile—But I knew nothing could hide the truth of my body.

It was as clear as day. I was fat. And tonight, I wasn’t going to hide it anymore.

So I pulled my brown hair into a low ponytail, applied mascara to make my green eyes pop, smeared cheery lip gloss on my lips, then slipped into a pair of block heels.

With one last look at the mirror, I tried a smile, squaring my shoulders.

It was just a college party. I told myself

And even if it was my first, I didn’t have the intention to impress anyone. I was going because my boyfriend asked me to.

Because he loved me, and I was sure he was the only one who did.

As I descended the flight of stairs, the roar of motorcycle engines cut through the silence. Sharp and loud, just like their owners.

My heart sank as heavy boots marched into the house, laughter echoing off the walls.

I froze as I reached the bottom of the stairs, my fingers curling around the railings. I had wanted to slip out without them noticing, but I guess I couldn’t even do that.

Now they stood before me, sharing knowing looks among themselves. My three asshole stepbrothers, but most people knew them as the fearsome leaders of the Steel Serpent Riders.

Ronan Ashford, the eldest and president of the motorcycle club, is known as Viper.

Jaxon Ashford, the second eldest and vice president, is known as Fang.

Hunter Ashford, the youngest and the club’s enforcer, known as Venom.

“Well, well, well,” Hunter began, his serpent tattoo peeking from underneath his jacket. “Is our dear fatso going somewhere?”

Jaxon eyed me in disgust, his brows arched as he scoffed. “Has to be a circus, she would kill as the main act.”

Hunter snorted. “That dress is fighting for its life, or were you too scared to look in the mirror?”

I swallowed hard, trying my best to brush off their comments.

“Not like it’s any of your business.” I bit back, glaring at them. “But I’m going to a party—”

They didn’t even let me finish before bursting into laughter. It jabbed at my heart, leaving a bitter taste on my tongue.

It was always like this. Ever since I was eight years old. Ever since my

mother married their father and brought me into a house where acceptance came with conditions.

“Party?” Ronan doubled over as he laughed, holding his stomach. “You’ve gotten fearless now, fatso.”

“Stop calling me that!” I snapped, but I quickly regretted it as he took a threatening step forward.

“Or what?” Ronan’s gaze hardened, and every hint of humor vanished from his face in an instant.

I avoided his gaze, my grip on the purse tightening.

“Yeah,” he stepped back, a conceding smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Thought so.”

“Let’s go, Viper,” Jaxon called, tucking his hands in his pockets. “If she wants to embarrass herself, then let her.”