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Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 793    |    Released on: Today at 13:53

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e club's "legitimate" side, steps forward. Her presence commands attention. "Eleanor a

egendary, adds, "To air this dirty laundry in public... It shows a profound lack

e disapproval of these powerful women threatens his family's social

e a rat in a trap. His pl

and venomous, "You ungrateful bitch. You'v

my posture straight. I feel Vivian and E

ding near the edge of the chaos, watching

ilder, the new D

icate dance between the law and the outlaws in this town. He's her

look of utter contempt for Brown on his face. He

g he can. He plays his last, pathetic card. H

You can't just wal

over into cruelty. "Fine! You want to know w

ard almost roughly. She stumbles, loo

ively on her stomach. "B

. It's one thing to have an affair. It's another to ha

n heir, even a bastard, changes the line of succession and power d

their expressions complicated.

's mess into this Church," he growls, using the formal

of the Scythes MC, the club they just crushed-adds another

ng her face in Brown's che

is is a family matter," he declares, trying to regain co

e, to take it back behind closed doors wh

nt to make his move. He steps forward,

of a significant local 'organization' publicly attempts to dissolve a union, creating a success

the air, a clear reference to the RICO

when it involves a public dispute over the rights and sta

's putting the Penningtons on

les. He cannot afford a publ

ounces abruptly, his voice tight with fury. He

ne is just beginning. Wilder's intervention has bought me t

or slamming shut behind me. The sound of

the two senio

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Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback
Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback
“For five years, I was Brown Pennington's loyal "Old Lady," packing his gear, cleaning his wounds, and standing by him through every motorcycle club war. Tonight was supposed to be our victory celebration. But instead of celebrating with me, he stood on the clubhouse stage and publicly asked the leadership for a "blessing" to set me aside like a piece of old equipment. He wanted to replace me with Kaley Sims, the daughter of the rival club leader we just defeated. His mother, the club's matriarch, smirked in triumph, publicly ordering me to graciously step down and accept the humiliating status of a common club girl. When the veteran members protested this disgrace to our colors, Brown played his trump card: Kaley was pregnant. He expected me to quietly accept my public execution, acting as a live-in babysitter for his child while he played happy family with his new war prize. I looked at the man I had built a life with, realizing he was a stranger willing to sacrifice my honor and dignity on the altar of his selfish ambition. But I didn't crumble and cry like they thought I would. "My answer to my husband's request is no. A thousand times, no." I demanded a formal separation, took the keys to my dowry Cadillac, and drove off into the night. This time, I chose to fight for my own freedom.”