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Reborn Heiress: Rejecting The Biker Ex

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 913    |    Released on: Today at 17:16

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arp charcoal suit a stark contrast to the

remonial black leather Cut bearing the

ght toward the center of the hall, stopping two p

thick air. "I received your emergency dispatch. As Chief Treasurer, I am h

or. "This is internal Harrington territory! You have no leg

il a formal claiming oath is entered into the master ledger, Miss Austin's assets remain exclusively her private proper

was slipping through his fingers fo

tte, and grabbed her by the hair,

you hadn't insisted on parading around tonight, Helena would have sig

elled from her torn scalp. "Let go of me! You're the pathetic loser who co

r, tearing at each other like rabid

hem with ic

ling as they stripped away everything I loved. Watching them

bellowed, his face

he heavy brass head of his cane

owl of pain, collapsing f

s eyes burning with the cold cruelty

o her shoulder right now! From this second on, she is Donovan's widow. Lock her in the

pure horror. In an outlaw club, a deceased member's w

id you loved me!" she cried, c

, shrank away from her, averting hi

A third brought out a heavy iron rod from the kitchen bur

sss

c instantly filled the air, accompanied by a blood-curdl

of Donovan was seared pe

ad chosen this path when she deci

d agony, completely broken, while the Enforc

strained, ugly smile. "Victor, brother... the girl is just acting out o

ted, pulling out the thick, embosse

folder direct

, along with the deeds to our three central machine faciliti

pages, his eyes widening slightly

. "This single contribution is enough to fund the Alliance's s

eting Hubbard's murderous glare. "I would rather dump every cent in

ers shifted, their hands twitching near their holsters, but the presen

un sobbed from the floor, pounding his f

destroyed you,

lf of the Alliance Supreme Council, Miss Austin, we accept your extraord

Victor's hand, a low, gravelly chuckle

ge, heavy authority that cut straight through t

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Reborn Heiress: Rejecting The Biker Ex
Reborn Heiress: Rejecting The Biker Ex
“I woke up to the deafening roar of heavy metal, holding a leather patch that read "Property of Harrington." Calhoun, the Vice President of the motorcycle club, sneered and ordered me to sew it on. He wanted to claim me tonight, forcing my family's massive transport fleet under his club's banner. Behind him hid Bernadette, his mistress, biting her lip like a frightened doe. Calhoun wrapped his arm around her, demanding I show some grace and share my title, my bed, and my wealth with her. In my last life, I foolishly gave them everything. I thought my devotion would earn his love. Instead, he drained my eighty-five-million-dollar empire dry. When I was no longer useful, they locked me in a dark concrete basement. While the club drank and laughed upstairs, they used a rusty scalpel to carve my unborn child out of me, leaving me to bleed out in a shallow grave. I didn't understand why my loyalty was repaid with such brutal betrayal. Why did they tear my innocent baby away? Why did my unconditional support only buy me a horrifying death? But the cold metal of my silver skull ring anchored me. I wasn't in that grave. I was twenty-two again, right at the start of the claiming ceremony. This time, I dropped their sacred patch into the spilled whiskey and ground the golden eagle into the dirt with my steel-toed boot. "I'm just putting garbage where it belongs."”