Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Author: Fumo Baobao

Chapter 1

Word Count: 725 | Released on: Today at 16:09

lise

yanking the zipper of the emerald silk dress until the

resting flat on the polished wood. In the triple mirror, the reflecti

air. The heavy, artificial scent caught in my throat, mixing with the metallic tang of dried blood beneath my tongue. "The Watkins family migh

er Brielle adjusted her cashmere shawl. She tilted he

ark hair with deliberate, painful pressure. "Collier 'King' Watkins is known for taking care of his property. Of course, they say he hasn't walked without pain in

ing Brielle's perfect smile twi

t wrist. It was an old habit, a nervous anchor from the five years I spent in underground basements, stitching gun

nding an obedient, broken

lse panel in the wall safe, I hadn't just found financial ledgers. I had found a forty-page encrypted briefing from

orized ev

ee-way turf war along the interstate corridor, Collier would lose his mind to a l

re tossing me into t

scarred flesh and criminal notoriety, Collier wasn't just a brutal warlord; h

bitch?" Brielle's voice snapped, her fin

cking my gaze onto h

er life flood into my eyes-the coldness of a surgeon

knuckles tightening around the silver brush as she took

dust. "I'm just wondering how long it will take for thi

is booming voice drifted up the curved stairwell, speaking into his cel

was saying. "Three o'clock sharp. Tel

frayed wire of sentimentality. I wasn't their dau

ps. I looked at my reflection one last time, letting a

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Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

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“I woke up with a shattered rib and memories that weren't mine, transmigrating into the body of Annelise Roman, the abused, hidden daughter of a wealthy family. My new parents were swapping me out for my golden-child sister, Brielle. I was being sold as a human sacrifice to appease the Iron Wraiths, a notorious motorcycle club led by a ruthless, disfigured president. My "brother" Sean had kicked me so hard my ribs snapped, while my parents watched coldly. Brielle pretended to cry while secretly gloating, eventually gifting me a box of shredded maid's rags to humiliate me before I was sent to the wolves. In my past life as an underground trauma surgeon, I had read the biker gang's federal file. They were apex predators, and this arrangement was supposed to be a brutal death sentence. "And don't do anything to embarrass this family further. Brielle has already sacrificed her reputation because of this mess. The least you can do is make yourself useful to those animals." The original Annelise died terrified and broken, starved in an attic while her family wore Prada. They expected me to go quietly, to be the perfect, silent punching bag and bleed out in the desert just to save their precious reputation. But they didn't realize the terrified girl was gone. Before the bikers arrived, I dragged my battered body to my "father's" desk, forced him to sever our legal ties, and extorted a $2.5 million payout. When the towering bikers finally came to collect their property, I walked out with my head held high, ready to conquer this lawless wasteland.”