Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

Chapter 6

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ive the dust time to settle. I parked in the narrow alley behind my temporary apartment building, my trunk full of bags. Before I could even pull the

d towards me on impossibly high heels, her face twisted with righteous anger. Brandon f

, leaning against the door

jabbing a finger at me. "Threatening our

a thousand times classier than you will ever be. A woman who sme

strange sense of pride. It felt like a badge of hon

helyn's arm to quiet her. He looked at me, his eyes

oice smooth and coaxing. "But resorting to freezing the family accounts... that is simply

g what is legally mine is simply a matter of business, Brand

gance blinded him to the reality of the situation. He treated my legal fact as a mere conti

t on him, assuming this whole dramatic display was me

our family's protection, you would be eaten

eep sense of pity. Her understanding of

ft in my posture, the sudden lethal intensity in

quiet. "And if you point that finger with its cheap nail

foreign to her, a hint of real violence learned in a world

ofound disappointment. "Threatening Ethelyn now? K

house, and apologize to my mother and grandmother. If you do that, I am willing to overlook this entire ugly episode. And please, stop

hological specimen. "I will see you in court," I stated, slowly

ke you know about asset management? I have a hundred l

go into my building. Tomorrow morning's bank statements would se

attempting to grab my

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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.”