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The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...It was late at night.
A bolt of fierce lightning flashed and lit up the whole sky.
The storm that had been brewing for the last 24 hours had finally ripped open the skies and a torrential rain lashed down, forming the backdrop for Charlotte Shao's curses.
"You bastard!
I hope you have a torturous death!"
"Remember, the name is Oliver Shen!" said the man in front of her arrogantly.
"Oliver Shen!"
Charlotte Shao was stunned momentarily. His name kept flashing in her mind like a siren. She took an oath to destroy his life.
At the police station...
The two policemen on duty were idly chatting with each other.
The door opened with a click.
They looked in the direction of the door and saw a young girl walking in shakily. She looked as delicate as a porcelain doll, but her hair and clothes were messed up as if she had been in a scuffle.
The two policemen exchanged a look with each other. Before they could inquire why she was there, she announced,
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