Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

Author: Nero Daniels

Chapter 1

Word Count: 780 | Released on: Today at 14:42

the suite directly oppos

ffocated the air between us. He stood there, his arm wrapped tightly around anothe

ried, a knot of pure disg

c edges of an old piston ring in my pocket-a grounding piece of my motorcycle club's garage. This morning, Brandon had kissed my cheek, his eyes brigh

handsome in a tailored suit, accompanied by a blonde woman with wide blue eyes a

lity with the sheen of ambition. "Her family has extensive connections in the leg

her diamond pendant to show off a prize she had cle

ures into a mask of absolute calm, and offered to have the hou

current, outrag

n rug, bringing myself firmly back to the present. I ke

y, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Brand

oss his face. He hated any remin

e gestured broadly around the opulent room. "Look around, Karyn. Who holds this family together? Without my career, without

gged gently on his sleeve. She bit her lower li

er voice trembling perfectly. She shot me a look, her blue eye

ng here, I just won't come around an

e embrace. He glared at me. "Nonsense, Ivey. This is my house, and you

ic performance, the

tuition bill for his prestigious law school, every custom-tailored suit he wore to impress wealthy clients,

ge, and the roaring engines of my crew had funded his arrogant courtro

in my pocket, the cold me

nd our bland routine to his exhausting caseload. I had actually pi

w prize, the truth was glaringly obvious

ering him a cold, knowin

tonight. Tomorrow, I would sever the financial lifeline. I looked forward to seeing just how effortle

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“For three years, my trust fund paid for my husband Brandon's law degree and his family's lavish lifestyle. But today, he walked through our front door with his arm wrapped tightly around a blonde woman's waist. He told me her name was Ivey, demanding I play the gracious hostess because his mother and grandmother already adored her and thought she was a better fit for their prestigious family. When I asked for a divorce, his family panicked but still acted incredibly entitled. His mother ordered me to hand over this month's dividend to throw a welcome party for the mistress. "A wife's duty is to manage the accounts, not to question her husband's social activities." She said it as if my money was their birthright. They had maxed out my credit cards to pay for his Porsche and threatened to ruin me if I didn't comply. They actually thought they could kick out the host and keep the parasite alive. They thought I was just a fragile, compliant wife who would be nothing without their last name. They had no idea who I really was, or the gritty world I originally came from. I calmly instructed my assistant to freeze every single joint account and cut off their lifelines. Then, I packed my worn leather jacket, grabbed a silver ring carved with a bird of prey, and drove straight into the city's underbelly to find the most dangerous biker boss in town.”