The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 5

Word Count: 637 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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ckup gave a long, triumphant blast of its horn before veering left at the county fork. I gav

toward the center

skeletons of abandoned silver min

. The deep, guttural thump of the exhaust echoed off the blackened

ground had burned f

in, heavy and thick. My boots crunched over shattered glass an

ire, the white-and-red outline of the Iron Ghosts emblem remained stubbornly vis

he rough brick. The stone was cold, but beneath my fi

ack, Dad," I whisp

ing behind my eyes, but I swallowed it down har

cket, thumbed the wheel, and watched the ye

ud to the empty desert. "They're going to pay for every drop of blood the

e the stillness. I pulled my phone out.

held the phone to my

ght now! She collapsed on the kitchen floor because of your stunt! We called Doc Sullivan, but the

rantic breath. I knew Judith

d, my voice calm, smooth, and

d you sa

a panic attack because her checkbook is empty. Second, if Doc Sullivan is ignoring

stretch until I heard Brandi

. The next time you see me, y

vigated to the settings, blocked the number permane

running my hand along the

e scraps of real men. The real power in this valley sat five miles so

stroke. I pulled onto the highway, tucked my chin against the

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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...”