Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Chapter 3

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ewing its way up through my hip, hot as

ached. Outside the reinforced windows, the roar of twin-cam V-Twins echoed off the corrugated steel of the Iron Wraith

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threw it down my throat. The alcohol burned going down, but

door swung open

ather Cut hanging heavy over broad shoulders, the Grim Reaper center patch gleaming against the worn cowhide. On his left breast, the di

hind him with a dull thud. "The advance team

ter. "Did Gregory deliver the collateral, or am I sendin

ough his scarred brow furrowed. "B

bove my ruined knee. I looked up, letting

gers. "The pretty, blonde trophy daughter he parades around his country club. Our contact inside says Grego

ng seconds. A harsh, humorle

inst the leather. "Brielle. Annelise. A pedigreed Roman mare or a stray. They're all the same. Collateral on

htening. "Our boy tapped the second-floor intercom twen

enly took a backseat. The ro

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ard the bone give way through the mic. Right side. Sounded like cracked ri

ited behind my eyes, fast

nching steel and cracking skulls, clamped onto the armre

with a venom that made Cipher's shoulders square up. "That girl became the property of this

f the Glock 21 tucked into his tactical vest beneath his Cut. "I'll take four p

"Bring her here first. Put her in my truck, not on the back of a bike if her

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of place when she reaches the clubhouse steps, I won't just for

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the hallway, leavin

ls, and dry-swallowed three of them. Hollis, our club medic, called them experiment

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Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Fumo Baobao Modern

“I woke up with a shattered rib and memories that weren't mine, transmigrating into the body of Annelise Roman, the abused, hidden daughter of a wealthy family. My new parents were swapping me out for my golden-child sister, Brielle. I was being sold as a human sacrifice to appease the Iron Wraiths, a notorious motorcycle club led by a ruthless, disfigured president. My "brother" Sean had kicked me so hard my ribs snapped, while my parents watched coldly. Brielle pretended to cry while secretly gloating, eventually gifting me a box of shredded maid's rags to humiliate me before I was sent to the wolves. In my past life as an underground trauma surgeon, I had read the biker gang's federal file. They were apex predators, and this arrangement was supposed to be a brutal death sentence. "And don't do anything to embarrass this family further. Brielle has already sacrificed her reputation because of this mess. The least you can do is make yourself useful to those animals." The original Annelise died terrified and broken, starved in an attic while her family wore Prada. They expected me to go quietly, to be the perfect, silent punching bag and bleed out in the desert just to save their precious reputation. But they didn't realize the terrified girl was gone. Before the bikers arrived, I dragged my battered body to my "father's" desk, forced him to sever our legal ties, and extorted a $2.5 million payout. When the towering bikers finally came to collect their property, I walked out with my head held high, ready to conquer this lawless wasteland.”