Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

Chapter 8

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scattered on my floor. I was stuffing the last of my leather j

ck text: Happened to catch them throwing a massive tantrum at th

's glass doors. Her face was the color of ash. Her heel caught on the pave

oud matriarch had finally seen her f

hone screen flashed with

the device slightl

through the speaker, a raw bark of fury. "Those are my

ttering his delusion. "It was exclusively her trust fun

the phone from him. "Karyn, please! I'm begging you, unfreeze

"My Porsche just got repossessed! Karyn, I'm sorry

glass echoing through the line. His breathing was ragged, heavy with ri

y. "Let them cry. Even if you cut off my cash flow, I still have the Silver Creek quarry.

lips, full of pity for a trapped

alm and precise. "Let me remind you of a minor detail, Brandon. The Silver Creek quar

d just punched him in the gut. The silence that followed wa

de completely

eplaced by a terrified, broken man. "Karyn, wait, let's talk about this! You can't lea

howl as the reality of his destitution set in. He starte

nently blocked his number,

ban mansion, the fake family-they were

They would lash out, perhaps attempting to leverage their old, dirty connections to hurt me. To permanently end this farc

alked to the nightstand. I pick

-the sigil of the Iron Eagles MC. It was my mother's. A relic that carried so much weight, every mot

exture a solid presence in my palm. This was my ultima

and more dangerous than the P

l bag over my shoulder, and walked out of the cramped ap

ugh the silver ring, hanging it around my neck. It rest

eel and sped out of the alley, heading for the other

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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.”