The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 3

Word Count: 514 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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black coffee, watching the second hand on the wall clock tick closer to the hour. On the o

in first, wearing her embroidered silk robe, a lit cigarette dangling between her fingers.

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the bar last night, I thought you'd actually packed your bags. Guess you fi

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and the private funds I've been bleeding from my own inheritance to keep

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r. "You don't dictate terms in my house! We took you off the street

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perature in the room by twenty degrees. Elias Morrow held th

Judith whispered, pan

hen. He had clearly spent the night at Farrah's place-his Cut

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on the table!" Brandi yelled. "She says s

his brows pulling into a furiou

he could open his mouth again, a truck horn blew

hattering ceramic echoed

k was that?!"

rden fountain!"

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The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

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...”