The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

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ly announced in front of the cheering club crowd that F

my title and downgraded to his pe

udly to her friends, snickering behind her manicured nails. "Thought she was

knuckles turned bone-white. The surrounding cheers seemed to be instantly sucked

step by step to the wooden bar counter, my eyes l

ontrollably, carrying a pathetic sense of disbelief even to my own ears. "

urrowed his brows, a flash of impatience crossing his pal

this club. It was Farrah who fought side by side with me on the road. We have a bond that a woman like you, who only belongs

d in my eyes, and my heart felt like it was

ather's money to boost your ego? Or for making me work like a mule day and night to se

hed instantly, twisted by pure, vicious fury. He grabbed my arm and yanked me cl

highway shootout long ago. And your mother, your sister-in-law, even your two-and-a-half-year-old nephew-they were butchered without mercy by the Vultures in t

otgun blast at point-blank

hattered cradle, ripped through my mind in a frantic, agonizin

essly ripping it open in front of a cheering crowd, pou

so hard until I tasted the

ed. Looking at Beau's face, which had become hideous from sheer m

wasn't worth a single drop of my tears. Nine year

sively through Beau's. "He needs a real woman by his side, but I'm not a jealous bitch. I'm totally fin

face twisted in a severe scowl. "Farrah is a heroine. With her around, my heart condit

shed over me, burning away the la

a severe heart spasm, it was me who begged the underground doctor,

n, I raised my arm and, with a violent, resolute force, s

ASH

t, sending glass shards and alcohol flying everywhere, in

my gaze past Farrah's shocked f

laced with a deadly, freezing calm, strippe

ly unprepared for me to snap o

like a piece of trash. "Let's get this straight. I'm done being your free maid, and I'm done letting yo

y timber doors open, and stormed out into the biting desert night. The

ard into a solid wall

g me from falling. A sharp, overwhelming scent of dark tobac

oice rumbled above my head, the vibra

that I couldn't care less. I didn't look up to se

p, muttered a low "Thank you," and wal

er, tearing out in