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The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 7

Word Count: 1046 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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"If I sign this ruling, Beau Tucker becomes a laughingstock in the yard. A patched member w

sitation. "He wanted to play king on the st

t, rough bark of lau

When he finished, he grabbed the heavy brass seal of Redemption MC, pr

ond, you're no longer affiliated with Beau Tucker. You aren't a Sweetbutt, you aren't prope

till warm to the touch. A tight knot that had been coile

said, giving him the pro

on his chest. He won't take this lying down. So hear me well: as long as you keep your head down and build your business, you h

tood."

heavy oak door flew open, slamming

p, aristocratic

ket over a turquoise-studded blouse. Her hair was stark silver, cu

of the founding President, and mother to both E

standing by the desk. Her expression softene

was dry and warm, her grip surprisingly strong. "I heard what happened at the bar last night. I came

t her eldest son like he w

ks girl parade around with our patch! It's an embarrassment t

ng out an exhausted sigh. "Moth

gutter? Marcus saved your father's life in seventy-four! We owe the Keller family a d

ias said quietly, pointing a t

tion duplicate lying on the blotter. Her eyes scanned

r eyes wide with shock. "You

o be anyone's second choice, Eleanor. An

ly, a proud, fierce smile spread across her face. Her eyes

r you. You get away from that toxic nest. And if you need money, tools, or space to set u

, Eleanor.

om hers, stepped around her,

out just as my hand t

rned

ep your wrench sharp. Times are changing on this highway, and

od, opened the door, and st

in silent question. I didn't say a word, but the cold con

u P

skull like a ball-peen hammer, but the warmth of

rs of Miller Lite. Farrah was leaning against my chest, showing off her brand-new silv

g her fingers over the front rocker of my Cut.

ce. Sloane is meek. She'll cry for a day or two, clean the kitchen, and move her shit to the gue

chuckled, raising th

voice cut throu

dge of the booth, his hands tucked into his le

you," Oz said.

Chapter End

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“"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...”