Reborn To Ruin My Cheating Biker Husband

Chapter 6

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and three of his oldest enforcers stepped

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d sat in the shadows, pulling the st

I asked, a mocking smile touching my lips. "Bur

the wood. "Insolent girl! The Church bylaws say what

r's sleeve like a drowning rat. "Listen to the President! She's

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said, turning back to Burr. "If you want to t

giving Tessa and

ilitary-grade rugged laptop onto the bar, fl

unted projector, splashing a giant, illuminated financial

ang through the hall, "seventy percent of the Turner MC fleet maintenan

cluding Kenton's custom Road King. One hundred and thirt

pted into an

heads toward Kenton, their expressio

tion ledger, "the five hundred thousand dollars requested last month for the Blackwood

flashed in massive bold

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uted, slamming his beer bottle onto a table. "We rode on b

e system!" Britt shrieked, w

n front of Burr. "Every single transaction bears the digital signature of the federal banking

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it would destroy Turner MC

the old man's face. "Tell me again, old man. Do y

d and closed, but

liated, Kenton lost hi

s boot and lunged straight at my throat

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ision as Grady's heavy combat boot c

like a sledgehamm

he air, crashing violently int

ered over him, raining glass shards and

hing over the broken glass, looking do

" Grady said, his

tte-black Glock, and pressed the freezing

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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.”