The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 2

Word Count: 922 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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er driveway. The house was a sprawling brick compound on the edge of town, a place built on clu

, let the kickstand

lked into the bedroom I had shared with Beau

oden hangers-clothes Judith had picked out to make me look like a tame, res

he deepest corner under the king-sized bed, an

reaked open, releasing the familiar scen

inal insignia of the Iron Ghosts MC, the flaming skull flanked by dual wrench-bones. Beneath it l

the faint moonlight filt

elve years old in the picture, sitting on his broad shoulders with grease smeared across my forehead, grinning like I owned the entire

them we

f them alive. But the nightmare didn't end there. After slaughtering my father and brothers on the highway, the Vultures had tracked down our mother compound. I s

y mother, my sister-in-law, and even my two-and-a-half-year-

They called it charity. They claimed they were honor

f the massive life insurance payout and the

. The agonizing grief that used to choke

r at a dive joint three miles outside the club's perimeter. She wasn't club property,

er voice raspy and sharp. "It's past two in

I said, my voice flat and completely devoid of t

er. "I'm gonna take a tire iron to his teeth. Sloan

from the party. I only want two things from that place: my f

has sworn up and down that bike belongs to

title is inside the safe in the study. I know the combination

atory grin evident in her tone. "When

nd the ledgers right on Judith's breakfast table. When I do, I need a noise

ed and a grudge to settle," Ruby s

dim reflection, my green eyes looked sharp, a world away from

Marcus Keller

a four-speed transmission with my bare hands, how to throw a hook that shatters a

unk, hauled it to the w

. And the Tuckers were going to learn

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Out Of Town Romance

“"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...”