Reborn To Love My Outlaw Husband

Chapter 8

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rushing down on me. The entire clubhouse held its breath, sensi

oden stairs, his heavy boots echoing like a ticking tim

tand my ground, refu

t, casting a suffocating shadow over me. He still carried the sharp scent of cold

wly from my face, shifting pa

All my clutter, all the deco

a "room makeover." This was the classic, undeniable behavior o

ous rumble that vibrated in his chest. He stood

Mrs. Wallace clear it out," I replied,

eached into his pocket, pulled out his phone

vy boxes of my belongings into a van at the back gate. The caption

h. She had perfectly twisted my "purging"

he wall railing. His eyes were bloodshot from the grueling ride and sheer fury. "O

ain pierced my heart. If he truly hated me, if he truly didn't care, why would he

ht now would be utterly useless.

ressive approach to break t

eyes, raised my hands, and gr

p warning, his large hand s

ignoring his lethal glare. With my free hand, I deftly undid the top three buttons of

His grip on my wrist loosened slightly, the blazing fi

he suite and toward the bathroom. "I'll have the kitchen prepare yo

efuse. I shoved him into the ba

anations were cheap. A cold war would only drive him further away. That l

up the landline and

s having tonight brought to the suite immediately. And a bottle of y

belonged to us, either he would c

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“As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, the deafening gunshots faded, leaving only the ugly truth. My "best friend" Cherie had planted a GPS tracker in my jacket. "This way Blaze can always find you, darling." A few feet away stood Blaze, the man I thought I loved, embracing my cousin as they watched me bleed out with cold triumph. Just as my vision blurred, a motorcycle ripped through the chaos. It was Axel Beaumont, the ruthless MC President and the "monster" husband I had spent my life trying to escape. He charged into the hellfire to protect me, his bike exploding as he took the fatal hit. His large frame slammed onto the pavement, his normally cold eyes filled with desperate love as he used his last breath to whisper my name. I had spent years treating him like a prison, throwing tantrums and hating him, all for a punk who just wanted me dead. Because of my incredible stupidity, I threw away a diamond to chase after snakes, getting the only man who truly loved me killed. My soul sank into an endless abyss of agonizing regret and burning hatred. But then, I opened my eyes to the familiar scent of leather and engine oil. I was pristine and untouched, lying beside Axel a full year before that fatal firefight. This time, I will protect him with my life, and those who betrayed me will pay in blood.”