Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Chapter 5

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u could hear the liquor dripping from the e

ce flushing a furious, guilty crimson. "She's

ked into a corner. He didn't look at his son. He was staring at me, his gaze dropping

yank my arm away, but the instant his

ush the bone another quarter-inch into my pleural cavity. Let me drown in my own blood right here on your imp

n iron poker. His chest heaved, his eyes darti

the butler, gesturing violently toward S

tch-" Sean started, but Gregory

sight before I

up the grand staircase. The heavy thud of their retreating footsteps

nor stood frozen beside him, her hands clenched into

bbed my elbow, but this time his grip was terrified, almost de

led library. Gregory slammed the double doors

ressure off my fractured side. The sharp agony was constant now, a hot wire burning

ands trembling as he tried and failed to light a Cuba

ernal authority. "You want an apology? You want Sean to grovel? Fine. He'll do it

t sent a sharp spasm through my side. "You think

d facade completely gone. "We took you in! We clothed you! We gave you a roo

" I said, looking Eleanor dead in the eye until she snapped her jaw shut. "You didn't raise me. You k

attention ba

er. "First. Five million dollars. Direct wire transfe

. "Are you insane? The club is already extorting us for three mi

nd Cayman. Don't play poor with me, Father. I know about the unregistered shipping containers moving through Terminal 4. I know why the Ir

d from his face, leaving behind a grayish, hollow mask o

ing, irrevocable Declaration of Severance. Total termination of familial ties. You will sign over full emancipation documents, r

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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.”