Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

Chapter 2

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ed open violently. Brandon stormed in, his face flushed wi

He paced the floor, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Catching my

tempting to sound reasonable. "But you have to understand the bigger picture here. Ivey's f

my knuckles turned white. A year ago, I would have thrown a right hook that wou

lutely nothing to you?" I ask

y twisting my words, and you know it. As the lady of this house, you need to be mor

brotherhood of patched members who would burn this house to the ground on my single order. The sheer audacity of his words

don," I said flatly, turnin

n immediately pressed his advantage. A sm

other have already met Ivey. They adore her. She really is a sweet girl, Karyn. She's just here to

re all sucking my blood while welcoming his mistress with open arms, tre

is gaze in the mirror. "Does assisting with your work require her

How can you even conflate the two?" he snapped, his voice rising in defensive anger.

married me for my money, using my wealth as a stepping stone to build his illusion of grandeur. And now that he

guing with a man so deeply entrenched

voice as cold and dead a

r than to push his luck. "Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow," he said. His heavy

hread of responsibility I felt for him. In my wo

d burner phone from the back of the drawer. This was

s treasurer and my most ruthless enforcer behin

nd calm, but she could always hear the uns

a green and pleasant lie. "Yes," I said, my tone absolute

xactly what that meant. I was freezing every f

counts," I instructed. "I wan

line. "Give me thirty minutes," Brianna said.

et and pulled out a black canvas duffel bag.

ith his "perfect wife," I reached into the hidden depths of the closet. I p

pulled out my cut-my club vest, the patches on t

lawyer's wife. I was a woman who breathed high-octane fuel

nd Ivey laughing and the clink of wine glasses d

g and shoved it under

black phone vibrated. An e

en's glow illuminating my blank face. I s

nce family's holdings were worthless, drowning

ptons parties, the country club memberships-had been funded by bleeding my trust f

uching my lips. They really thought they could k

dded a note: Prez, if we sever the fuel l

single wor

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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.”