Reborn Heiress: Rejecting The Biker Ex

I woke up to the deafening roar of heavy metal, holding a leather patch that read "Property of Harrington."

Calhoun, the Vice President of the motorcycle club, sneered and ordered me to sew it on. He wanted to claim me tonight, forcing my family's massive transport fleet under his club's banner.

Behind him hid Bernadette, his mistress, biting her lip like a frightened doe. Calhoun wrapped his arm around her, demanding I show some grace and share my title, my bed, and my wealth with her.

In my last life, I foolishly gave them everything. I thought my devotion would earn his love.