Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Chapter 2

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er of my bedroom hammered out its

p to keep the fine tremor of adrenaline from showing. The silk dress f

against the wall with a violence that mad

a consequence his father's money couldn't erase. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles red and raw from an earlier sparring session at

of bourbon and sweat rolling off him in waves. "Don't get any clever ideas about slipping out the service entrance, Annelise. Dad has two private security g

g my breathing shallow and

yes narrowed, his chest heaving as if my calm w

ace she performed so well for audiences. She placed a delicate hand on Sean's muscul

trembling, tear-filled smile that

he silver-ribboned box. "I know those biker clubhouses don't have the things you're u

r ribbon. Then I look

r pupils, the subtle twitch at the edge of her lip. There wasn't an ounce of sis

ead flat. "Where I'm going, I

ross the mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly,

e whimpered, letting the box dro

l little cunt!

hot forward. He didn't use an open palm; he used both hands,

y right side collided violently with the sharp

crack resonated t

A hairline fissure I had sustained three days ago during my father's initial "persuasion" session snapped entirely under the

hattered side, my fingernails tearing through

ion. "That's just a preview of what King Watkins is going to do

struggle for air, her lips curv

groan. I didn't scream. I forced my watering eyes open, staring up through the strands of

y sharpening my focus until the world turned

The elderly butler stood there, his eyes stud

forced neutrality. "The Iron Wraiths have just passed through t

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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.”