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Reborn To Ruin My Cheating Biker Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 728 | Released on: Today at 14:22

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Harley crashed onto the beer-slicked dance floor, t

s music cut o

irs of eyes locking onto me through the h

the shattered entryway, their massive leather-clad fram

wn the stand, and pulled off m

oss the room until it

nd Britt's waist, both of them freezing with

recover

ushed red with rage. "Kamilah! What the hell is wrong

slammed my helmet onto the neare

moment you dragged that filthy thief through those door

hrough the older Turne

Kenton, her eyes welling up with practiced

dripping with fake innocence. "I only rode the border route

ld as ice. "A club sweetbutt doesn't spe

ace went

the entire charter struck directly a

ep up to defend his boss, pulling a hunting knife from hi

e another step, Grady di

shifted

ide him moved like a blur, his heavy combat

ll, followed by a high-pitched scream as the

else

the Iron Crown sucked the a

is forearm lazily on the grip of his

ed, his voice flat. "Because I have no problem

ing prospect, sweat beadin

ning back to me. "What

led out a tall stool, and s

said, pointing toward the liquor shelf, "tradition dictates the

utrage. "You want me to se

g my head toward Grady. "I guess Turner

nst his holster, the metallic

and turned on Britt, his voice dropping into

yal, but the stone-faced Iron C

ds, poured two fingers of cheap bourbon int

ut, her jaw t

making sure not to brush her skin,

breath, starti

ked my

oss her face, soaking her makeup, her f

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“My husband, Kenton Turner, president of the Turner MC, kicked open my bedroom door with a condescending smirk. He demanded I get dressed for a massive club celebration. It was the day he officially announced his mistress, Britt, as his "second Old Lady," claiming she had earned her colors and deserved to share my patch. In my past life, I swallowed my pride and accepted the public humiliation just to keep the peace. But my quiet submission only fueled their relentless greed. Kenton secretly embezzled my family's two-million-dollar legacy trust, using our blood money to pay off his mistress's massive underground debts. When my brother Dayne tried to seek justice from the Church elders, Kenton's enforcers set a trap that left him paralyzed and bleeding out in a brutal ambush. In the end, they left me to die on the cold asphalt, my ribs crushed under the high-displacement tires of a heavy motorcycle. Until my dying breath, I couldn't understand how the man who claimed I was nothing without him could systematically starve my family, all while secretly raising a three-year-old bastard child with the woman who stole my life. Opening my eyes again, the phantom agony of the crash faded, replaced by the deafening roar of the clubhouse bar downstairs. I was back on the exact day my life was systematically torn apart. This time, I wouldn't shed a single tear. I grabbed my custom titanium wrench and my family's financial ledgers. I was going to crash his party, sever this marriage, and let the rival Iron Crown MC help me burn his entire charter to the ground.”