The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 4

Word Count: 864 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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, and Brandi sprinted down the hallway toward

urned and sprinted up the service s

door of the second-floor stud

er had put lock picks in my hands before I was tall enough to reach the counter. I slid

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ed back with a muffled sna

and dropped to my knees in front of the

h year for everything. I spun the dial right to 62,

everal unregistered handguns,

rley-Davidson Softail Custom. Inside was the pristine DMV title, legally

ooks documenting the five hundred thousand dollars of my parents' life insurance pay

inst my ribs, pulled my dark j

dded heavily

oice screeched from the lower landing.

door was

looking the backyard, and pushed the glass up. The thick bran

out into empty air, and scurried down the limb like a c

open. "The safe is open!" Beau ro

rounded the corner of the detached garage, a

n the padlock on the s

te floor under a thick canvas drop cloth, was t

er of the canvas a

cated shovelhead motor that my father had balanced to absolute perfection. Just matte bl

ne Ke

frame. Judith marched in, her face twisted with pure

t the bike. "You touch that machine and I'll have the She

," I said, stepping betwe

Back off, Sloane. You don't know what you're do

ut the cream-colored DMV title, and

anded, my voice cutting throu

e paper. His jaw twitched as he read

step toward me, I'll pull the secondary ledger out of my coat and hand it directly to the club Treasurer at tomorrow's Chur

g from her cheeks until she looked l

," I wh

addle. I reached down, switched the pet

life with a deafening, chest-rattling roar. The vibration wen

g backward. Beau stood frozen, staring at me as

d tore through the open bay door into the morning light,

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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...”