Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

Chapter 5

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hands against the passenger-side window, her face a mask of desperation. Her

cene on the pristine driveway I had pai

teering wheel. The elegant, composed matriarch was gone, replac

a sudden, theatrical flood. "How could you be so cruel?" she sobbed. "You're

-betraying loyalty-was a minor offense, a little pothole that could be smoothed over with money and a little tole

eaction, she played her final card.

her voice thick with fake sorrow. "She entrusted you to Brandon!

ips made my grip tighten on the leather-wrapp

boyfriend so perfectly. Annelise had believed he would make a suitable husband. She had entrusted my future to him, expecting an equal partnership. The idea t

p as a shard of glass, and stared dir

, "was for me to have a stable life. Not to be the e

scared her. She tried to pull her hand

ked her hand out just in time, a

ght your son a career," I said coolly through the closin

V8 engine. "Go check your precious family accounts. See for y

clutching her useless platinum ban

hout the Prince family's protection!" s

were just paper tigers in tailored suits. I was the Prez of the most

d stomped on the gas. The rear tires spun violently on the gravel,

the rearview mirror, I saw Judith choking and coughing in t

terstate. My chest was tight, the mention of my mother having s

tinged air and pulled out my encrypted pho

en. The lawyer's letter is locked and loaded for to

ooked at the long, straight stretch of asphalt ahead of me. The d

sped past in the opposite lane

sister, Ethelyn Keller, driving the toy I had unknow

. But it was just a gathering of fools for a final, pointless wa

again, dismissing he

before their desperation turned

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“For three years, my trust fund paid for my husband Brandon's law degree and his family's lavish lifestyle. But today, he walked through our front door with his arm wrapped tightly around a blonde woman's waist. He told me her name was Ivey, demanding I play the gracious hostess because his mother and grandmother already adored her and thought she was a better fit for their prestigious family. When I asked for a divorce, his family panicked but still acted incredibly entitled. His mother ordered me to hand over this month's dividend to throw a welcome party for the mistress. "A wife's duty is to manage the accounts, not to question her husband's social activities." She said it as if my money was their birthright. They had maxed out my credit cards to pay for his Porsche and threatened to ruin me if I didn't comply. They actually thought they could kick out the host and keep the parasite alive. They thought I was just a fragile, compliant wife who would be nothing without their last name. They had no idea who I really was, or the gritty world I originally came from. I calmly instructed my assistant to freeze every single joint account and cut off their lifelines. Then, I packed my worn leather jacket, grabbed a silver ring carved with a bird of prey, and drove straight into the city's underbelly to find the most dangerous biker boss in town.”