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Reborn To Ruin My Cheating Biker Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 698 | Released on: Today at 14:22

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avy briefcases onto the tables, flipping the latches ope

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icked up a sheet from the floor

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toward Kenton, whose face

a blade. "My father's legacy trust-two million dollars meant for the Rodger

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cane against the bottom step. "You

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ation to the charter," Burr said, his yellowed teeth showing. "You want out? You lea

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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.”