Reborn To Love My Outlaw Husband

Chapter 7

Word Count: 603 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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Mrs. Helen Wallace. When the veteran hou

, and the fluffy white rugs. "Strip it all. Get rid of everything in this room that belongs to my old

s widening in shock, but she quickly masked

sive cardboard boxes out of my room. They packed away all the pink trash, the ridiculou

d of my toxic clutter, only the dark, heavy leather furniture and Axel's belongings remained. For

old vanity, my fingers brushed against some

ll, forgotte

into his computer, guessing the password on the first try-my birthday. My

ssword-protected file. I tried my mo

reen, my breath ca

is was a second set of books for the club-fake ledgers designed to evade federal RICO inves

yes. My mot

d the books for an Outlaw motorcycle club? How was that possible? She was just

th really a

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shattered my racing though

cold, and interrogative

g his deeply furrowed brow. I re

my past. But I knew instantl

ed over me, a heavy knock on

ut urgently. "The President is back. Hi

into my pocket, my palms slick with cold sweat. This was

od on the second-floor landing, l

s of the clubhouse

cut, tossing it to a waiting Prospect. The usual noisy chatter of the

, furious eyes snapped upward, locking

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“"Once she's finally dead, I want you to take me - right there, in that outlaw President's own bed... promise me, Blaze." Lying in a freezing pool of my own blood, I watched the man I had loved for three years flirt shamelessly with my cousin. Meanwhile, my so-called "best friend" greedily stripped the wedding ring off my bleeding finger. "Take her. Have your fun with her, just don't let that pretty face go to waste," the scumbag sneered, kicking me aside. As a group of tattooed thugs approached with sickening, lustful grins, I was swallowed by absolute, shivering despair. Just as I prepared to bite my own tongue to end it all-a deafening engine roar shattered the night. My husband, the ruthless MC President Axel, the "monster" I had spent my life trying to escape, charged into the hellfire covered in blood. He used his massive frame to shield me from every bullet. With his dying breath, his normally cold eyes held nothing but desperate, humble tenderness. "Don't be afraid... I love you..." When I opened my eyes, I was reborn a year before our fatal fallout. To completely sever ties with the cheating scumbag, I secretly liquidated all my designer assets, transferring the funds into an untraceable offshore account. But the financial report was handed straight to Axel. He forcefully cornered me against the wall, his eyes swirling with a devastating mix of soul-crushing heartbreak and violent obsession as he ruthlessly bit my lip. "Chloe, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will drag you back in chains!" he growled, his voice hoarse and his eyes red. "But from tonight on... until I see your lover's corpse with my own eyes, don't you ever try to touch me again." I wrapped my arms tightly around his solid waist from behind, my small hands slipping under his half-open leather jacket to trace the hard lines of his tense abs. Feeling his massive body instantly freeze into stone, I stood on my toes and whispered breathily against his ear: "Okay. But before you kill him... hubby, don't you want to come back to bed and fulfill your duties as my husband first?"”