The Biker's Mistake: Return Of The Heiress

Author: Wu Li

Chapter 1

Word Count: 677 | Released on: Today at 19:05

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spent four whole years building the Schwarz Motorcycle Club, pouring my family trust fund into it bit by bit. I bought them the best

-state run-helping a blonde Club Princess and his f

lused fingers, hitting the grease-st

d from my lungs, leaving a sharp, burning ache in my chest as I st

year-ol

dropped their eyes to the ground, no one daring to meet my gaze. The realization hit me like

cross his broad shoulders. His voice was flat and unapo

pt another woman hidden across t

y calm, though my fingernails dug so hard

m today on, she is the official Old Lady of th

chest against Daryl's arm. She looke

ncia sneered, her voice carrying across the silent yard. "Garage girls should know

ored her and loo

ight into Daryl's cowardly, arrogant eyes

you keep your head down and tune the bikes in the back, I

the oil drum beside his boots. The

dreams,

inger at me. "How dare you speak to the

rd my million-dollar cus

vise. "Don't push your luck, Jerrica! Without my patch b

, my amber eyes turning c

pping instinctively toward the push dag

thing I had to a sister-marched out from behind the heavy machinery, hauling a th

th. He raised a hand

," Daryl spat, leading Valen

lder. "Have her bay cleaned out by tonight, Daryl

uch the worn blue zircon hairclip pinned in my hair. You

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“For four years, I secretly poured my family's trust fund into the Schwartz MC, acting as the President's Old Lady and the club's private ATM. But when Daryl returned from his cross-state run, he didn't come back alone. He brought home a blonde mistress and a four-year-old boy with his exact same gray eyes. "She gave me an heir. From today on, she is the official Old Lady of this chapter." He expected me to step down to a shared club girl, demanding I stay in the grease pit to tune their bikes and pay their bills. When I cut off their vendor accounts and demanded my millions back, his family showed their true, parasitic colors. Daryl and his mother locked me inside my own heavily reinforced workshop. Through the ventilation shaft, I heard them plotting their sickening next move. They couldn't kill me because they needed my wealth and my engine patents to survive on the highway. Instead, they planned to slip tranquilizers into my water, force Daryl on me, and get me pregnant so I would be legally tied to him forever. "A woman with a baby never walks away," his mother sneered. They thought locking me in the dark would break my spirit and turn me into their obedient slave. But they had no idea they had locked me inside a fully stocked chemical armory. I grabbed the high-grade racing oxidizers and industrial solvents from my workbench. They wanted a private party tonight, so I was going to make sure they never forgot the fire.”