Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Chapter 9

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st stone step of the courtyard

me. His hand twitched toward his hip, his eyes narrow

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gory and Eleanor were still standing in the foyer, looking lik

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foyer, holding his leather briefcase with both hands. His sharp, neutral presence

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ession of pure, razor-sharp curiosity. "For the benefit of everyone present, including the representatives

wire-rimmed glasses, and projected his

" Hayes announced, his voice echoing off the high marble ceiling. "She carries no claim to the Roman estate, and conversely, the Roman family carries zero authority, custody, or legal claim over her actions, debts

a matte-black Road Glide let o

le beneath his half-helmet. "The little bird

leanor clutched her throat, letting out a strangled gasp of pure humiliation as two of the mansion's d

ogany railing. Sean's face was dead white, his hands gripping the wood so hard his kn

. You sold me to pay your cartel debts, Gregory. But you forgot one simple rule of

door of the mansion-the key I had carried since I was eight years ol

my voice ice-cold and carrying the weight of a death sentence, "Mr. Hayes will release the manifest rec

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Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

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“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.”