My Fiancé Ran, So I Took His Father Instead

Chapter 9

Word Count: 546 | Released on: 04/09/2026

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in the Old Ladies' lounge, the amber

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the symbol of the queen. Vivian just told the entir

that ring for years, believing it was my right

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business-the bar supplies, the girls, the little streams of income we all control. But Harl

lf. And when she takes it, we

. This wasn't about a man. It was about power.

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's on his way back, and he's bringing that girl with him-rubbing her in Harlow's face. All you have to

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proud, spoiled boy. He won't stand for b

caught in the middle. His son versus his new wife.

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f purpose surging through me. "He's a wounded

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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.”