The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 3

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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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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

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The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Out Of Town Romance

“For five years, I was the quiet, obedient stray the Tucker family brought home after my father's motorcycle club was burned to the ground. I cooked their meals, managed their bills, and swallowed their insults. But tonight, in the crowded clubhouse, my boyfriend Beau pulled another woman against his chest. "From this night on, Farrah Hicks is my one and only Old Lady!" The room laughed, waiting for me to break down and cry. Beau's mother and sister smirked, thrilled to finally see me humiliated. Beau didn't even feel guilty. He expected me to slink to the basement and keep being their unpaid maid. He even patted my cheek, generously offering to let me be his secret baby mama while Farrah wore his patch. They thought I was just a fragile orphan who couldn't survive without their protection. They thought they had stripped me of everything, leaving me crawling on my knees while they secretly bled my dead father's legacy dry. They completely forgot whose daughter I was. They forgot my father taught me how to rebuild a transmission, how to shatter a man's jaw, and how to wait in the weeds. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I broke into their safe, took back the title to my father's legendary motorcycle, and demanded a formal severance from the club President. They wanted me to be a tame little pet. But I am going to rebuild the Iron Ghosts and make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled.”