Fake Bankruptcy The Pampered Wifey of an Imperious President
/1/127457/coverbig.jpg?v=307dca9319ee30a62c70f5cc1f2e96bb)
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...
Chapter 1
Sloane POV:
Fresh off winning a bloody turf war, Beau Tucker publicly announced in front of the cheering club crowd that Farrah Hicks was now his one-and-only official Old Lady.
As for me? I was to be stripped of my title and downgraded to his personal Sweetbutt—a mere plaything.
"Look at her," one of the Sweetbutts sitting in the corner booth whispered loudly to her friends, snickering behind her manicured nails. "Thought she was the untouchable biker princess. Now she's just Tucker's free maid. Pathetic."
My fingers curled so tightly around the neck of a Lone Star beer bottle that my knuckles turned bone-white. The surrounding cheers seemed to be instantly sucked away; my mind went completely blank, leaving only a deafening ringing in my ears.
I shoved past the crowd blocking my way, walking step by step to the wooden bar counter, my eyes locked dead on the man I had loved for nine years.
"Beau, what kind of joke are you playing?" I spoke, my voice trembling uncontrollably, carrying a pathetic sense of disbelief even to my own ears. "Nine years ago, you swore an oath on your Cut. You said I was your only..."
"Shut up, Sloane." Beau's triumphant smile vanished. He furrowed his brows, a flash of impatience crossing his pale blue eyes. "Don't kill the buzz in front of my brothers."
He exhaled a breath heavy with cheap whiskey, looking down at me with condescension. "I just secured the northern highway for 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 in a kitchen, couldn't possibly understand. I'm allowing you to stay by my side, and you should be on your knees thanking me."
"Thanking you?" A sour, burning ache swelled in my eyes, and my heart felt like it was being brutally crushed by an invisible hand.
I fought hard against the choke in my voice, staring him down. "For spending my dead father's money to boost your ego? Or for making me work like a mule day and night to serve your sick mother, while you were out 'fighting side by side' with another woman?!"
Those words accurately pierced Beau's fragile and insecure nerves. His face flushed instantly, twisted by pure, vicious fury. He grabbed my arm and yanked me close, dropping his voice into a cruel, venomous hiss meant to tear my soul apart.
"You think you're still some high-and-mighty biker princess?" he sneered, his words dripping with poison. "Wake up, Sloane! Your father and brothers died in a highway shootout long ago. And your mother, your sister-in-law, even your ten-year-old nephew—they were butchered without mercy by the Vultures in that safe house! You're the only one left! You're a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline. Letting you stay as my plaything is the greatest mercy you'll ever get!"
The words hit me like a shotgun blast at point-blank range, right in the chest.
The memories of that blood-soaked floor, of my young nephew's blood-soaked bed, ripped through my mind in a frantic, agonizing tear. This was the deepest, most devastating wound in my soul.
And now, the man I once loved unconditionally was ruthlessly ripping it open in front of a cheering crowd, pouring coarse salt on it just to protect his pathetic ego.
I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I tasted the heavy metallic tang of blood.
But in that very second, the heart-shredding agony suddenly stopped. Looking at Beau's face, which had become hideous from sheer malice, all the illusions I had of him shattered to dust in my mind.
I finally realized that the man standing before me wasn't worth a single drop of my tears. Nine years of my youth had been fed to a cold-blooded beast.
"Beau's right, honey," Farrah drawled, swaying her hips as she strolled over. She linked her arm possessively through Beau's. "He needs a real woman by his side, but I'm not a jealous bitch. I'm totally fine with you staying to warm his bed when I'm tired, as long as you recognize your place. We can coexist."
"Sloane Keller, watch your attitude!" Beau's mother, Judith Tucker, marched over, her face twisted in a severe scowl. "Farrah is a heroine. With her around, my heart condition feels so much better! You should be grateful we didn't throw you out to the wolves!"
A wave of pure, absurd mockery washed over me, burning away the last ounce of weakness in my heart.
Heroine? Heart condition? Just last month, when Judith was dying of a severe heart spasm, it was me who begged the underground doctor, paying him with my secretly saved cash just to keep her breathing.
I looked down at the unopened beer bottle in my hand. Then, I raised my arm and, with violent, resolute force, slammed the glass bottle hard onto the wooden bar counter.
The sharp, heavy thud cut through the noise like a gunshot, sending glass shards and alcohol flying everywhere, instantly plunging the room near the bar into a dead silence.
"Coexist?" I looked up, sweeping my gaze past Farrah's shocked face before landing coldly on Beau.
My voice no longer trembled; instead, it was laced with a deadly, freezing calm, stripped of all warmth. "I'd rather swallow glass."
Beau froze, seemingly completely unprepared for me to snap out of my breakdown so instantly.
"Let's get this straight. I'm done being your free maid, and I'm done letting you bleed my father's legacy dry," I said, staring straight into his eyes, enunciating every word and looking at him like a piece of trash. "Our vows are dead. We are done, Beau. Don't ever expect me to look back."
I didn't wait for their reaction. I turned on my heel, pushed the heavy timber doors open, and stormed out into the biting desert night. The night wind dried the very last tear I had shed out of pure stupidity.
Suddenly, I slammed hard into a solid wall of muscle and leather.
A pair of massive, steady hands gripped my shoulders, keeping me from falling. A sharp, overwhelming scent of dark tobacco, gun oil, and something distinctly unique washed over me.
"Watch your step," a deep, gravelly voice rumbled above my head, the vibration traveling right through my chest.
I was so drained by that absolute severing of ties that I couldn't care less. I didn't look up to see his face, nor did I look at the patch on his Cut.
I just gently pulled away from his grip, muttered a low "Thank you," and walked straight to Beau's spare Sportster.
I kicked the starter, tearing out into the black night.
/0/41717/coverbig.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925)
President Lucien's Pampered Wife
"What if I don't fall in love with you?" she asked apprehensively. Instead, his lips curved into a small smile that messed with her chest. "You will" he replied confidently and she knew at that moment that she already had. --------------------------------------------- A loveless marriage. Her par
/0/57217/coverbig.jpg?v=aa868cd165d37257bbe2c750c9dad98c)
Adorable Twins of the President
Ace King, The most eligible bachelor of London. Being the number one eligible bachelor he didn't want to settle down. He is the CEO of King corporation. He has money, look, fame everything. Girls die to be with him. But for his arrogant nature no one dare to mess up with him. He is known for his a
/0/54034/coverbig.jpg?v=1e6ca136b22bdbd5613728bdc5f91a9c)
Fate of The Fake Princess
Laurence Griezmann, commonly known as Laura, is the sole heir to the largest multinational corporation. However, she chooses to run away from her responsibility to manage her father's company, passing it on to someone who bears a striking resemblance to her—Eugene Thompson. Initially, Eugene is una
/1/101864/coverbig.jpg?v=48c4c63a89f2455e4ede83955492aee7)
Pampered By The Enemy Of My Ex
I served the Dunlap family for six years, managing their dark accounts and raising children that weren't mine, all while waiting for my husband to truly love me. But when the "real" mistress returned, my devotion was rewarded with a death sentence. My husband, Gavyn, didn't just ask for a divorce;
/0/8287/coverbig.jpg?v=352c85c8a595eaad0f763124a048d86e)
The Kidnapped President
The author of 'Doctor Nikola,' 'The Beautiful White Devil,' and 'Pharos the Egyptian' brings another riveting grand tale.
/0/58318/coverbig.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0)
Fake Wife of the Duke
My hands trembled when I heard the opening of the car I was riding. There was a cloth covered in my mouth and I couldn't breathe. "Can you do that?" A man taught me. My companion grabbed me and rubbed my arm and thigh. I want to cry but I hold back. I might be slapped again. "This'll do. Take t
/0/25248/coverbig.jpg?v=e9ecccad255082d6f6274db10cf65743)
THE INTIMIDATING PRESIDENT
On life, at the time that we are we all have dreams and mine was to become a politician even further a very powerful Head of State. I don't do anything under duress, on the contrary, I have always loved having a place in the government. My friends thought my mind was probably hijacked or better cha
/0/19399/coverbig.jpg?v=9aa5be06ec6c34d1e66fb9e82f220194)
Seducing The president
WARNING : Novel Contains Mature Contents!! Xavier Gray, the youngest president of USK state and a billionaire CEO coming from the most powerful, ruling family in the whole country.The founder of Eden International Limited, an international company who has been ruling over all the companies for the
/0/79479/coverbig.jpg?v=ead0bfba72fd39ce74162f10992f9c5c)
Pampered By the Billionaire
Hannah Simons, a 25-year-old independent and beautiful lady. She believes that she's the unluckiest woman in the world. She grew up in poverty with an unloving family. Thus, she strived hard to finish her studies and did everything in order to succeed. Still, she ended up with nothing, paying off th
/0/20922/coverbig.jpg?v=5e2141f885159dc99355ec6cd056991e)
The President last day
Life limns itself unto a young lady at the tragic demise of her parents which was staged by her state high positioned men to being a victim of r**e in her early days in the higher institution. Her Aunt couldn't put up with all that she was passing through and she decided to render a helping hand in
/0/50766/coverbig.jpg?v=3efe1a8e38f53d7411816547d5833fda)
Married to the President
Married for months but still a virgin. Drugged by her husband and stepsister, she ended up with a mysterious lover. Her husband accused her of infidelity and found a convenient reason to divorce her. She lost everything, her properties, her virginity, her inheritance and her home and was thr
/0/80922/coverbig.jpg?v=507fbcc23fe4af99db983741a676f544)
The Price of an Inheritance
My whole world revolved around Ethan Vanderbilt, the wealthy heir, and our shared dream of a life in Aspen. Our future, however, was conditional: he first had to secure his family's multi-billion dollar inheritance by having children with another woman, his childhood friend Brittany Hayes. I becam
/0/67925/coverbig.jpg?v=c2e9865b40f1ddd11394a408da908dfd)
The Heart of an Highlander
When Lady Isolde, the spirited daughter of an English nobleman, is sent to the rugged Scottish Highlands as part of a political alliance, she expects nothing but hardship. Tasked with marrying the feared Highland clan leader, Lachlan MacRae, she is determined to resist her fate. Lachlan, a man of ho
/0/16296/coverbig.jpg?v=4894db851136f21faa5ecbae08277c9f)
/0/45838/coverbig.jpg?v=abcfafefe783e344226badfe52bfe63c)
The Blood Of An Hybrid
Christie an hybrid, who's creation was as a result of a clash between mother creature and the first ever hybrid. His destiny is to conquer and rule... Will he live to fulfill his destiny????
/0/59716/coverbig.jpg?v=77ebe5fa34909d5c592398ee8bfd4dcf)
The Revenge Of An Heiress
Time passed as the court proceedings went by. Audrey's lawyer kept me in awe with his work. When it was time for Grandma to walk into the witness box, she hesitated. I felt her hand trembling in mine. "Calm down, Grandma. I'm right here with you." I smiled at her and led her to the witness box. Vane
/0/2540/coverbig.jpg?v=9928f1bf5556fd0d74d8aea8b72e8904)
The Making of an American
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part
/0/17136/coverbig.jpg?v=7013870ed6836f0be815913da92871ab)
The Way of an Indian
The Way of an Indian Frederic Remington Classic tales of Native American fiction. "Mr. Remington is the delineator par excellence of the Indian, the cavalryman, the cowboy, and the 'greaser'....Of positive historical value to future generations, when the types and phases of American character he cho
/0/1172/coverbig.jpg?v=367c567c843b6e4cca5858288ac9880a)
An Outcast of the Islands
I have been called a writer of the sea, of the tropics, a descriptive writer - and also a realist. But as a matter of fact all my concern has been with the 'ideal' value of things, events and people. That and nothing else - Joseph Conrad When Willems stepped off the straight and narrow path of hi
/0/41667/coverbig.jpg?v=20250124102944)
Hot Mrs Billionaire Wifey
Lara was born into a poor family background. Determined to succeed in life, she went with her best friend to the city, but her best friend rather took her for prostitution. Ending up in the house of a hot charming Billionaire, he refused to let her go, and rather proposed marriage to her. Read to
