Chen Ziluo
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You Treasure Her, While Ten Tycoons Spoil Me
Romance My husband of three years suddenly brought his mistress and her son into our home.
Without a hint of emotion, Jude threw a divorce agreement at me and told me to pack my things immediately so they could move in.
I signed the papers and walked away without taking a single penny.
But just hours later, a black SUV intentionally ran me over in a dark alley, shattering my leg.
The men who did it sneered, saying their boss wanted me out of New York permanently.
At the hospital, I was prepped for an emergency surgery to save my leg from permanent disability.
But Jude, who owned the hospital, ordered my operating room shut down.
He forced the entire surgical team to abandon me just to treat a minor cut on his mistress's finger.
Lying there in agony, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved for three years could be so monstrous.
He didn't just want to erase our marriage; he wanted to destroy my life completely.
When I finally woke up after being saved by a friend, Jude was standing by my bed, trying to explain.
I looked at him calmly and spoke.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
I vowed right then that I would stay in New York and take back everything he owed me.
And just a few hours later, his precious new son mysteriously disappeared. His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride
Werewolf I was waiting at the freezing airport for my fiancé when my phone buzzed with a dashcam alert from my other car.
Opening the app, I was paralyzed by the sight of my fiancé, Floyd, tangled in the backseat with my own sister, Charlotte.
"Alexa is a wolfless failure. I'm only marrying her for the pack shares," he groaned on the screen.
When I brought the damning footage back to the packhouse, expecting my uncle to punish their betrayal, he unleashed his Alpha aura on me instead.
"To prevent a scandal, the engagement is hereby transferred to Charlotte," my uncle declared coldly, blaming me for risking their corporate alliances.
My aunt sneered, telling me that if I walked out those doors, I would be nothing but a pathetic rogue who would die in the streets.
I was the true heir to my late father's legacy, yet I was standing entirely alone in a house of thieves.
But the agonizing betrayal didn't break me. It rapidly cooled, hardening into an impenetrable armor of ice around my heart. I had nothing left to lose, which meant I was free to destroy them.
I packed my core trust fund documents and went straight to Alaric Maxwell—the terrifying, ruthless Lycan King who supposedly repulsed all physical touch.
I offered him a clinical, fake marriage to crush my uncle, completely unaware that the apex predator had already set an inescapable trap to claim me as his forever. Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession
Modern I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway.
Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree.
Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away.
"Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors."
We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother.
Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own.
When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning.
I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door.
But I wouldn't just be a broken victim.
I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying. Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
Romance I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife to billionaire Haiden Moran for three years.
But the Monday after his grandfather's funeral, he coldly handed me divorce papers.
He offered a massive payout, calling our marriage a "buyout of my time." I was never his wife, just a prop to secure his inheritance.
That night, after a chaotic run-in at a club, he dragged me back to our penthouse. In a desperate, drug-fueled haze, we crossed the line.
But when I woke up the next morning, covered in marks, his side of the bed was completely cold. He had snuck out like a thief.
Seeking a final sliver of closure, I called his private number.
A breathless, feminine voice answered instead.
"Mr. Moran left his phone here. Oh, and I have his fresh shirt ironed and ready."
My blood ran cold. He had left my bed and gone straight to another woman. My three years of devotion meant absolutely nothing.
I permanently blocked his number, severed all our joint accounts, and booked a one-way first-class ticket to Maui to disappear forever.
But just as the plane doors were about to close, a man walked down the aisle and casually sat in the seat right next to mine.
It was Haiden. The Vanished Luna: Returning to Reject the Alpha
Werewolf "Not guilty."
With those two words, my husband, the Alpha, acquitted his mistress of poisoning my mother.
I had the toxicology reports. I had the receipts. But Garrison didn't care.
He looked me in the eye, his hand resting possessively on Keyla's back, and told me to stop making a scene.
That was just the beginning of my hell.
He moved Keyla into our master suite and forced me into the servant's quarters.
"Since you can't give me strong pups," he sneered, "you can serve those who do."
I became the maid in my own home, washing Keyla's silk lingerie while she wore my Luna robes.
When I tried to fight back, he used the Alpha Command to silence me and locked me in a room filled with silver dust that burned my skin like acid.
He even drugged me and offered me to a rival Alpha just to secure a timber deal.
He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a weak Omega who would eventually fade away.
But he forgot that my mother taught me everything about poisons.
On the night of the yacht party, I didn't just jump into the dark ocean to escape.
I jumped to be reborn.
I flushed my wedding ring, severed the bond, and let the icy water swallow Janette the victim.
Garrison thought I was dead.
He didn't know that the ocean wouldn't kill me. It would awaken my true bloodline.
And when I came back, I wasn't his wife anymore.
I was a White Wolf, and I was going to burn his pack to the ground. Mistaken for a Rogue: The Alpha's True Heir
Werewolf I was eight years old when my father, Alpha Derek, raided the rogue bunker to save my mother.
I thought I was finally safe.
But because I reeked of the wolfsbane chemicals used to hide my scent, my mother looked at me with pure disgust.
"Get that thing away from me! It smells like him!" she shrieked.
To protect his traumatized mate, my father didn't check my DNA. He threw me into the garage to sleep on oily rags.
For months, I was the true Alpha's daughter, yet I was forced to eat dog food while they pampered a fake orphan named Kylie in my place.
When Kylie ordered the guard dog to tear my arm open, my mother stood at the window.
Instead of saving me, she let the maid close the curtains so she wouldn't have to see the blood.
I only became useful when my father got into a critical car crash.
They drained my rare "Moon Blood" to save his life, then immediately signed papers to ship me off to a labor camp to get rid of the "stain" on their family.
They thought I was a dirty rogue.
They didn't know the chemical smell was masking the rarest bloodline in a century.
I am not a rogue.
I am a White Wolf.
And just as my grandfather discovers the DNA results and falls to his knees in regret, the most powerful pack in the North has already arrived to claim me as their queen. The Woman I Saved Destroyed Me
Horror One moment, I was crossing the street, holding my fiancée Olivia' s hand, laughing about our future.
The next, a careening black sedan was aimed right at her.
There was no time to think; I pushed her to safety, taking the hit myself.
I woke up three years later, my face a ruin, my body a stranger to me.
But the real horror began when I saw Olivia on TV-a celebrity, crying beautiful, convincing tears about her supposedly devoted fiancé, who she visited "every day."
She even fooled me, lying there paralyzed in my hospital bed, while I dreamed of returning to her.
After grueling surgeries and therapy, I went home to surprise her.
Instead, I found her celebrating with my best friend, Mark, who confessed they' d let my frail mother "waste away" and seized all my assets.
My mother, gone. My home, desecrated.
The woman I saved, the friend I trusted, had systematically destroyed everything I loved, believing I was a "vegetable."
My world shattered again, replaced by a burning desire for vengeance.
I was no longer the man I used to be.
I was a ghost, returned to reclaim what was mine and make them pay. Her Regret, His Peace
Romance They told me it was a contract marriage, a deal to save my mother' s life.
In reality, it was my own slow death sentence.
For three years, I was hired to be Chloe Davis' s husband, the man she blamed for ruining her life after her high school sweetheart dumped her.
I endured her endless parade of boyfriends, her daily allowance of five dollars, and constant humiliation, all to ensure my ailing mother received the best care.
Then, the day my mother died, Chloe' s assistant called, demanding I return home from the funeral to make snacks for a party.
Chloe, my wife, had no idea my mother was gone.
Days later, I learned the truth: my mother had committed suicide to free me, after Chloe' s cousin, Jake Stone, maliciously convinced her that she was an inescapable burden.
That night, at a club, Chloe poured red wine over my head for Jake' s amusement.
But the ultimate betrayal came when I collapsed from malnutrition and exhaustion.
Chloe visited me in the hospital, not with concern, but to demand I take the fall for Jake' s drunk driving accident.
The irony was suffocating; her own reckless driving had caused the power outage that shut down my mother' s life support, effectively killing her.
"No," I told her, my voice finally firm after years of silence.
"I want a divorce."
Her shock was absolute; I had never defied her.
Before I could escape, Jake ambushed me, confessing his role in my mother' s death, triggering a rage that landed me back in the hospital.
Yet, Chloe watched as her bodyguards, on her command, broke my ribs and crushed my painting hand.
Why had my life become this torment?
Why had I, a quiet artist, become the target of such unbridled cruelty?
I left with my mother' s ashes, leaving behind all the money, and promised myself I' d never look back. His Penance, My Freedom
Billionaires Two years, Alex.
It's been two years.
My whisper was dry, lost in the cold, vast living room where I knelt on marble, gripping his expensive trousers.
For two years, since his mother' s death, this had been my life, my prison.
He blamed me, twisted a lie of grief into his truth: I' d hidden her sickness for his company' s IPO.
Every week, a different woman.
They wore my robes, used my perfume, slept in our bed.
My task: welcome, serve, clean.
I swallowed humiliation because my father was sick, his treatments astronomically expensive.
Alex Thorne, my husband, was my only hope.
But when I begged for money, for my father on his deathbed, Alex sneered, "Let him die."
"It's what he deserves for having a daughter like you."
Then the hospital called: My father was gone.
He took his own life, leaving a note, not wanting to be a burden.
I was on my knees, begging for a life already lost.
"Problem solved," Alex chirped to his current paramour, tossing my phone aside.
My world shattered.
He was a monster who savored my pain.
Something inside me snapped.
The part that endured, that hoped, broke.
"No," I said, rising on shaky legs.
"I want a divorce, Alex."
He laughed, demanding I apologize to his mistress, then commanded me to clean toilets with a toothbrush.
He was mocking me.
Humiliating me.
Using my deepest wounds as his amusement.
But as I knelt once more, a single thought crystallised: I wouldn't just leave him.
I would erase him.
And when he then shoved me, triggering a terrifying pain and a warm, wet sensation, I knew my silent revolution had just begun.
He might have killed my father and our unborn child, but he had just awakened the storm within me. Hidden From Him
Romance Growing up in her uncle Ethan's quiet mansion after her mother died, Sarah secretly fell in love with her charismatic guardian, a prominent figure in Austin's tech scene. On her 21st birthday, emboldened by champagne and years of unspoken longing, Sarah kissed him. To her astonishment, he kissed her back. The next morning, he proposed marriage, even offering a lavish $500,000 as a "wedding gift." Her heart soared – the man she loved wanted her!
But her joy turned to ice when she accidentally stumbled upon his private messages. The "proposal" was a calculated sham, a desperate ploy to win back his ex-girlfriend, Jessica. He called Sarah a "pawn," the money a "payoff," planning to "deal with" her once Jessica returned. Her world shattered in a million pieces as she overheard him smugly tell Jessica he would merely "send her away" or make her "disappear." The man she idolized had brutally exposed himself as a manipulative monster.
How could he, her guardian, her supposed fiancé, treat her with such cold disdain? The betrayal stung, leaving her hollow and humiliated. Refusing to be cast aside like a discarded toy, Sarah secretly canceled their wedding. After a fierce, public confrontation where she declared their engagement over, a shocked confidante of Ethan's approached her with a chilling proposition: to fake her own death and vanish, making a clean break from the man who had mercilessly used her. The Monte Cristo Heiress
Billionaires My family, the Thompsons, was crumbling, and I was paraded before the powerful elite, the Ashworths, Albrights, and Cartwrights, supposedly to secure a lifeline through a strategic marriage.
My childhood friends-Caleb, Leo, and Julian-were the intended targets.
But at a humiliating dinner, they didn't just reject me; Julian, the one I'd always trusted, dropped a bomb: it was a bet, a game to see if he could "rehabilitate the fallen Ava Thompson."
Shattered, I fled, inventing a boyfriend, a lie that miraculously led me to Nate, a kind outsider who made me feel truly seen.
Our fragile peace was my escape, until the day my past violently resurfaced.
Nate wasn't just a quiet artist; he was Caleb's vengeful cousin, the mastermind behind the vicious cyberbullying that had nearly destroyed me last year, using my pain to further his own twisted agenda.
The betrayal was a gut punch, realizing I'd walked from one manipulator's hands into a far more insidious trap.
How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to be used and discarded again and again?
But this time, the helplessness curdled into ice-cold rage; I wouldn't be a victim anymore, I would be the architect of my own fate.
I meticulously exposed Nate' s dark scheme, watching his carefully constructed life implode.
Yet, my father, in a last desperate gamble, drugged Caleb and me, staging a fake engagement scandal to seize control of the Ashworth fortune.
Cornered, but seeing an undeniable opening, I turned to Julian, the original betrayer, and whispered, "It was always you."
He swallowed the lie, becoming my unwitting protector and weapon.
Julian tore down my father, rescued my mother, crushed Caleb, and ensured my absolute safety, believing it was for love.
When everything was finally secured, I left him a single, symbolic book-"The Count of Monte Cristo"-and disappeared, finally truly free. The Price of Devotion: His Other Woman's Lies
Billionaires I was Sarah Miller, Marcus Thorne' s wife, a public asset in his gleaming empire.
Our life, from galas to high-stakes business, was a meticulously crafted facade.
But Marcus' s true devotion was reserved for Vivian Hayes, his late partner' s widow and mother of his son, Leo.
He canceled our feverish daughter Lily' s doctor' s appointment because Leo had a "sniffle."
He fired a man for upsetting Vivian.
I was always the shield, absorbing his neglect, but the line blurred when I confronted him about Vivian' s abuse of Lily.
He didn' t just dismiss it; he raised his hand. Not at me, but at our own daughter.
He slapped Lily, a sharp, sickening crack across her small cheek.
Time stopped.
Lily cried out, a small, choked sound.
Marcus, his face a mask of cold indifference, simply muttered about "respecting Vivian."
Later that night, reeking of Vivian' s cloying perfume, he attempted a reconciliation, only to abandon me again when she called with another supposed "panic attack."
My little girl, her cheek still red, crept into my room, quietly, heartbreakingly.
Her small hand found mine.
"Mommy," she whispered, her voice clear despite the pain, "He' s left us for her a hundred times."
Her words, old with a child' s painful wisdom, finally shattered the last, desperate shred of my endurance and hope. The final piece of my former self crumbled to dust.
She looked at me, her eyes resolute.
"Let' s go. We don' t need him."
And in that moment, as she clung to me, I knew this wasn't just about escape.
We wouldn't just leave quietly. No. We would make them pay.
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THREE-YEARS CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE HOT BILLIONAIRE
Ashley Ray "Sign the contract, or lose everything."
I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King.
My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction.
Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love."
He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end.
I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his.
But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective.
Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything.
They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn.
With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?
The Runaway Wife: Hiding His Secret Triplets
Hen Bu Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband.
Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday.
Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever.
I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him.
But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter.
My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's.
He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately.
Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away.
I couldn't let him ruin my life again.
"I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth.
I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity. Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
Hei Baidong I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up.
When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience.
"Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff."
Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me.
I gave birth to twins all by myself.
The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped.
They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child.
I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister.
I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies.
But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test.
It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years.
Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband.
This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing. Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress
Paula Gardini Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward.
When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance.
Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive.
She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life?
But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband.
"City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms." Pampered By The Ruthless Biker Boss
Anywho After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister.
I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood.
My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy-The Nightingale Ranch-as collateral to his powerful family.
"Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered.
Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land.
My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing.
I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother?
I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear.
But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me.
Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now." A Million Dollar Lie: Watch Me Leave
Jun Shangye For three years, Hilary played the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Julian Carlisle to save her family from financial ruin.
But her husband didn't love her; he was busy throwing a birthday party for the five-year-old son he secretly had with his college sweetheart.
To keep up appearances, Julian bought Hilary a million-dollar Cartier bracelet, but she soon discovered the exact same jewelry on his mistress's wrist.
During a heated confrontation about his lies, Julian accused her of being a hysterical madwoman and violently shoved her away.
But he didn't care that her head smashed against the sharp edge of a nightstand, causing a life-threatening cranial hemorrhage.
So she was left bleeding and unconscious on the cold floor, while he simply sneered at her.
"Stop pretending. I don't have time for these pathetic games."
He walked out the door, leaving her alone to die.
After a brush with death, her years of unrequited love and hope were completely gone, and she finally gave up.
Waking up in the ICU, she calmly looked at Julian's terrified, regretful face and made her final decision.
"Mr. Hayes, please deliver the signed divorce papers to my husband immediately." The Discarded Genius Heiress Strikes Back
Xiao Ye For three years, Caddie gave up her aerospace engineering career to be Julien's secret girlfriend, quietly writing the core algorithms for his tech company.
On their anniversary, she stood outside his apartment with a rare gift, only to hear his friends laughing inside about his "charity project."
Julien's voice was ice-cold as he called her a stray puppy.
He said she was only useful for debugging his code, and once her final algorithm was finished, she would have no value left.
He was already planning to announce his engagement to the wealthy Kiersten Parrish.
He bragged that he would just write Caddie a check and kick her out, mocking that without him, she couldn't even afford next month's rent.
Caddie leaned against the cold wall, her world shattering.
She had turned down top research fellowships and poured her soul into his work, only to be treated as a disposable tool.
He actually believed she was just a helpless nobody who relied on his charity.
She didn't scream or cry. She simply threw the expensive gift into the trash chute.
Logging into his company's secure server, she permanently deleted every single line of code she had ever built for him.
Then, she packed her single suitcase, walked out the door, and dialed a number she hadn't called in years.
"I'm ready. I want to come home."
It was time to reclaim her place as the true billionaire Kensington heiress. Old Lady of the Iron Crown
Edilaine Beckert I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins.
My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door.
But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday.
Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract.
The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing.
If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case.
"Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed."
I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash.
I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood.
Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world.
I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country.
Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt. Old Lady of the Apex Crown
Xiao Ye I was the financial backbone of the Rust Hounds MC, keeping my patched-member husband, French, and his scrap-metal club afloat with my private wealth.
But I returned to the clubhouse one afternoon only to find him half-naked on the sofa with my half-sister, Hettie.
Instead of apologizing, he sneered and demanded I accept her.
"The club needs legacy. Hettie can actually give me an heir, unlike a cold mechanic."
When I immediately cut off their funding, his entire family turned into rabid dogs.
They tried to physically seize my family's titanium mining deeds and leaked a security video of me being carried out of a dive bar by a "nameless drifter" to frame me for infidelity.
Even my own father showed up to the club's tribunal to strip my surname, demanding I sign over my assets before they broke my legs and banished me.
I had bled for this club and this family for years, only to be thrown to the wolves so they could steal my inheritance.
They really thought I was just a disposable Old Lady they could humiliate, break, and cast aside into the dirt without consequence.
What on earth gave them the confidence to think I would just roll over and die?
They didn't know that the "filthy nobody" who saved me that night was Camden Diaz, the Apex President of the Iron Kings, the most feared outlaw empire in North America.
And his heavily armed enforcers had just blown the doors off their little tribunal. 
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