My Fiancé Ran, So I Took His Father Instead

Chapter 4

Word Count: 692 | Released on: 04/09/2026

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eavy oak door at the end of a quiet hall. The chaos of the party f

rn brass ring, pushing it open and steppi

ld books, and the faint, lin

obe, a desk, two armchairs. Everything was dark wood and lea

doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

r a moment on the ridiculous white d

ht over tomorrow," he said

were strangers bound by a contract, wi

nd then he was gone, the heavy

nal straw. My strength gave out, and I sl

ust walked into a new cage, this one gilded

ress's hidden pocket and dia

ng. "Harlow! Oh my god, are yo

. The silence on the other e

y breathed. "You... you

me. "It sounds insane,

ic with excitement. "Harlow, it's

le damn army! Prez is the underground king of Arizona!

ere a balm to m

s to call you 'mom' or whatever. It's better t

power to make Colby's life a living hell

ind began to settle. She was right.

He's famously ruthless. And those rumors about his..

I confessed. "I used the rumor

ay. You've made your move. Now

bring my essentials in the morning and to start

stood and surveyed

ubhouse's back lot, a sea of chrome and steel-doze

enging, but full

ion, and stepped into the shower. The scalding water fe

the bathroom, wrapped

arge black t-shirt and a fresh tow

t. It smelled of him

ulating man had shown a sliver of consideration. And tha

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My Fiancé Ran, So I Took His Father Instead

Eydie Pfefferle Romance

“Tonight was supposed to be my grand celebration, my public union with Colby Carlisle, the Vice President of the Serpents of Chaos MC. But when the spotlights hit me, he wasn't waiting at the stage. Instead, he was plastered against a half-naked club girl, letting her possessively trace his silver VP patch for everyone to see. Hundreds of bikers erupted in roaring laughter, watching me become the ultimate punchline. The crowd sneered, whispering that I was just a pathetic pawn in a club deal who couldn't even keep her man. Colby didn't even look guilty. He just pressed a wet kiss to the girl's neck, glared at me with utter disgust, and grabbed a microphone. "Harlow, don't make a scene. Get the hell off the stage." My nails dug into my palms until the sharp sting kept me upright. Did they really think I was just some fragile, clueless girl from a fallen family? Did Colby honestly believe I would just run away crying, accepting my fate as his discarded property? I didn't shed a single tear, nor did I run. I straightened my spine, walked right up to the emcee's microphone, and cited an obscure, dusty club law to claim absolute sanctuary. "The protector I choose is the President." I claimed his adoptive father, the undisputed king of the underworld.”