Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Chapter 7

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rips of heavy medical adhesive tape across my torso, pulling them tight to compress the chest wall. "

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s black leather bag without another word. The needle bit sharp and deep into the space between my ribs. A wave of intense, stinging press

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underground clinics. I unzipped it quickly, checking the contents with practiced efficiency. Three pre-filled syringes of ketamine, two ampoules of

y compound designed to stave off shock and keep the central nervous system firing

pupils, clearing the fog of exhaustion, and sharpening my vision until

ld gown, letting the torn silk

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with my ears. The sound grew rapidly, swelling from a distant hum into a deafening, thunderous roar of high-displacement Americ

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Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

Fumo Baobao Modern

“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.”