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Jilted Bride: Marrying The Biker King

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 800    |    Released on: Today at 15:04

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ents' clubhouse. He pulled up to a

y card into my hand, and said, "Stay here tonig

e long, unreadable look before turning on his heel. The roar of his Harley faded

me. A well-dressed man who introduced himself a

othes, shoes, toiletries, and a brand-new phone. "Mr. W

ger in the mirror. My hands trembled as I di

ed without preamble. "Talk to his mother. You n

ublicly acknowledge the breakup, Jayson could still harass me,

ting downstairs," Brax

t the curb. Logan was straddling

e phone in my pocket - the one with the photos. The engine roar

per Maria opened the door and gave me a look that mixed shock with pi

he living room, her heels pou

e, her finger nearly jabbing my nose. "You've made the Trujillo n

"the one who made you a laughingstock is your son

he next. "And this one. Want me to send them all to the local repo

umbled back, collapsing onto the sofa, gripping the armrest to ke

tave. "You issue a public statement - on behalf of the Trujillo family and the Iron Lizards. Jayson Trujillo and Kenda

venom burning in her ey

and the club's reputation, the family

h, her knuckles white. "I'll do it. But yo

photos disappear." I straighte

. Twenty minutes later, a notification pinged on my new phone

and typed a caption: "Goodbye, Jayson. Give Brandi my b

curt nod. "Thank you for you

ed the room, heavy and furious, like

and walked out, the wind rushing in

me a tablet. A video call from

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eyes locking onto mi

about my payment

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Jilted Bride: Marrying The Biker King
Jilted Bride: Marrying The Biker King
“I thought I was going to marry Jayson, a patched member of the Iron Lizards MC, until my phone buzzed on the damp bar counter. It was a text from an unknown number: "You should see what your man is really up to." Below the words was a stark picture of Jayson in the alley outside, his hands all over a blonde club sweetbutt, crushing his mouth to hers. I confronted him in front of the entire clubhouse, threw my engagement bracelet on his table, and walked out into the freezing night. Jayson chased after me, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume, screaming that I had absolutely nothing without him. His cruel mother, Marlene, even tried to threaten me into silence to protect their precious family reputation, leaving me entirely isolated and homeless. I had nowhere to go, no one to call, and my entire world had just collapsed into a dead end. But then, the most terrifying man in the state pulled up beside me on a massive Harley. Braxton "Brute" Wood, the ruthless President of the rival Serpents of Redemption MC-a man even Jayson feared. Why would a man who treated everyone else like dirt suddenly offer me a ride and a way out? He didn't just rescue me; he brought me to his fortress, handed me an unlimited black card, and demanded a one-year contract marriage. "Because Jayson Trujillo made you a laughingstock, and you're going to be my Old Lady." As he slid a massive diamond onto my finger at the courthouse, I realized the chilling truth. Braxton was the one who sent me that picture, and I had just signed my life away to a predator who had been hunting me all along.”