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img img The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge img Chapter 1 1: How Long Has It Been Since Your Hysterectomy
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Chapter 6 6: My Kitten img
Chapter 7 7: I've Been Waiting For You img
Chapter 8 8: The Wrong Brother img
Chapter 9 9: Be My Wife img
Chapter 10 10: Woman Like Me img
Chapter 11 11: Stay Away From The Reaper img
Chapter 12 12: Let The Monster Claim Me img
Chapter 13 13: How Marriage Changes A Man img
Chapter 14 14: Buy The Reaper's Bride img
Chapter 15 15: So Many Reasons To Kill A Man img
Chapter 16 16: Love-Bombed And Dumped img
Chapter 17 17: Partners In Crime img
Chapter 18 18: What A Woman Wants img
Chapter 19 19: Big, Bad Boss img
Chapter 20 20: Show Me How Sorry You Are img
Chapter 21 21: My Good Girl img
Chapter 22 22: Perfectly Safe img
Chapter 23 23: Omega In Heat img
Chapter 24 24: Nurse Damien img
Chapter 25 25: Man Of My Word img
Chapter 26 26: Let's Make A Deal img
Chapter 27 27: Fool's Dream img
Chapter 28 28: Saint Or Devil img
Chapter 29 29: Tasted Heaven img
Chapter 30 30: Old, Married Couple img
Chapter 31 31: Boss From Hell img
Chapter 32 32: The Real Christian Voss img
Chapter 33 33: Problem In Designer Suit img
Chapter 34 34: Who's Wendy Osborne img
Chapter 35 35: My Woman, My Dot img
Chapter 36 36: Five Minutes, Wendy img
Chapter 37 37: Is My Dot Jealous img
Chapter 38 38: This Smitten Man img
Chapter 39 39: The Happiest Men Have No Shame img
Chapter 40 40: I'm Using You img
Chapter 41 41: A Very Lucky Man img
Chapter 42 42: How Much Self-Control I Have img
Chapter 43 43: The Black Ledger img
Chapter 44 44: Perfect Wedding Night img
Chapter 45 45: A Safe Place For Your Nightmares img
Chapter 46 46: Who Are You img
Chapter 47 47: Let's Make A Bet img
Chapter 48 48: It's Social Suicide img
Chapter 49 49: She's The Other Woman img
Chapter 50 50: Take Your Hand Off My Wife img
Chapter 51 51: I Am Not Aurora img
Chapter 52 52: Fulfil Your Promise, Punish Me img
Chapter 53 53: Yes, Husband img
Chapter 54 54: Use That Pretty Mouth img
Chapter 55 55: That's Me Owning You img
Chapter 56 56: You're Perfection img
Chapter 57 57: How Deep Resentment Runs img
Chapter 58 58: Still The Same Seductress img
Chapter 59 59: Mama's Little Star img
Chapter 60 60: A Warning Not A Threat img
Chapter 61 61: Rather They Hate Me img
Chapter 62 62: Say That Again img
Chapter 63 63: His Wife Doesn't Share img
Chapter 64 64: What Are You Going To Do Now img
Chapter 65 65: Why I'm Gambling Everything img
Chapter 66 66: What You Look Like When You're Jealous img
Chapter 67 67: Who's On Your Suspect List img
Chapter 68 68: Teaming Up With My Boss img
Chapter 69 69: Stay Here While The Criminals Conspire img
Chapter 70 70: Give Them What They're Asking For img
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The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge

Author: Miss Anonymous
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Chapter 1 1: How Long Has It Been Since Your Hysterectomy

FIVE YEARS AGO

AURORA HALE

"How long has it been since your hysterectomy, Mrs. Hale?"

For a second, I honestly think Dr. Blaze is joking. Or maybe I'm hearing things.

"My what?" I laugh lightly, shaking my head. "No, no-there's been some mix-up. I've never had a hysterectomy."

Dr. Blaze's brows pinch together. "Aurora... according to your scans, your uterus was surgically removed about three months ago. It would explain the absence of menstruation."

That stops me cold

But only for a moment. Then I laugh again, harder this time, because this whole thing is ridiculous.

I'm only here because I missed two periods. Normally, I'd brush it off-stress is practically part of my job description as head designer at Wardrobe, my husband's global fashion empire. But after Victor made me get an abortion, I needed to be sure I wasn't pregnant again.

"Doctor, I think someone filed something wrong. I only had an abortion. Three months ago. The procedure Victor arranged-nothing else."

Her face tightens. Not comforting.

"Did you experience complications? Any unusual pain afterwards?"

I blink at her. "It wasn't pleasant, but I wouldn't call it concerning. My husband handled everything-he found the clinic, made the appointment... he would've told me if anything serious happened."

Right?

Right.

Dr. Blaze studies me in that slow, careful way she does when she's about to say something I won't like. "Aurora," she says gently, lowering the file, "you can no longer get pregnant."

My breath stutters. Something inside me goes still.

But I refuse it.

No. Victor and I have been married three years. We have a two-year-old daughter, Camryn. Our whole life-our whole marriage-is built on trust, on love, on the belief that we'd build a future together. I won't let someone's mistake tear through that.

"That doesn't make any sense," I say, too quickly, shaking my head. "Victor would never- this is just wrong paperwork. You must have mixed up the files."

She tries to speak, but I'm already standing, forcing a smile so bright it hurts. "It's fine. I'll call him. We'll laugh about this later."

I leave the office before she can stop me.

The second I hit the parking lot, my hands are shaking from the shock of it all-I smile in disbelief. This is obviously a clerical error, I can't believe they made a mistake on something this serious. Hospitals mess things up all the time. It's almost funny. A hysterectomy? Me?

I slide into the driver's seat and immediately call Victor.

He doesn't pick up.

I call again. And again.

Voicemail.

That's right, he's been busy lately. He should be having that important meeting with distributors in France he mentioned yesterday.

"Come on, Vic," I mutter, forcing a laugh. "Wait until you hear what the doctor said. You're going to die-she thinks I had a hysterectomy."

I imagine him laughing with me. Teasing me. Calling the hospital to bark at whoever misfiled my chart.

Because Victor always takes care of things.

Always.

A small ache flicks through my chest-the kind I get whenever I think about the abortion. I hadn't wanted it. I cried for days afterwards. But Victor said it was necessary. Said Camryn was enough for now. That Wardrobe needed stability, not scandal.

And saving our family... saving our marriage... I'd believed him.

Still believe him.

I wipe my eyes. "It's fine," I whisper. "This will all make sense soon. It's just a little scary for now"

By the time I pull into our driveway, my smile is wobbling. My palms are cold. Something in my chest feels... wrong.

The lights inside are on. That's odd, Camryn should still be at kindergarten.

The front door is unlocked.

"Vic?" I call softly as I step inside. "Are you home? You won't believe my day-"

Then I freeze.

Clothes are scattered across the living room floor. A designer handbag sits on the couch. One I know very, very well.

The one I designed and sewed as a gift. Elara's bag.

Elara is Victor's cousin. His business partner. My best friend. The woman who held my hand through labour, who brought me soup when I hit a design slump, who promised she'd always protect Camryn. And me.

A soft moan drifts from the bedroom. Victor and I's bedroom.

My stomach flips. "No," I whisper. "No, they wouldn't-"

But when I push closer, I hear Victor's voice, low and breathless:

"Did you get rid of Camryn?"

Elara scoffs. "What do you take me for? Of course I did. But what about Aurora? If she finds out-"

"She already has," Victor says, amused. "By now she'll know I had her womb taken during that so-called abortion. Can you believe it? She actually thought I'd give her more children. If Camryn hadn't survived the pills I slipped into Aurora's morning coffee when she was pregnant, she'd be gone too. Now Aurora's finished, and we can finally be together."

Elara moans again, softer this time. "I'm tired of pretending to be your cousin. Why didn't you just kill her? Knowing she touched you-"

"Because we needed her," Victor snaps. "Her designs built Wardrobe. But she's done now. Completely disposable."

My knees buckle, and I catch myself on the doorframe. Hot tears blur my vision. I can't breathe. I can't think. But I force myself forward, voice breaking. "Where's my daughter?"

They jolt apart.

Elara smirks, tugging the sheet around her naked body. "Look who finally caught up."

"You bitch! After everything I did for you!"

She laughs, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. "Oh, you poor thing. I really did feel bad for you. Just not bad enough, apparently."

I launch myself at her, screaming, "Where is my baby? What did you do to Camryn?!"

Victor catches me easily, like I'm nothing. And right now, that's exactly what I am.

"Let me go!" I sob, clawing at him. "Camryn! Camryn!"

My throat burns. My chest feels split open. My mind can't hold the truth. It keeps slipping, like I can somehow reject it if I push hard enough.

"You monster," I cry. "Victor, please-she's our daughter-"

"Oh shut up, you pathetic woman," Victor sneers. "Where you're going, you won't have time to worry about anyone but yourself."

"Give me back my daughter! Give me back my baby! You killed my baby- you took my womb-"

"You killed your baby. Or did Victor ever force you to abort it?" Elara spits. "You're nothing but a murderous slut. If it were up to me, you'd have died with that womb."

Her words rip me apart. My wail shakes the walls.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"Police! Open up!"

Before I can take a breath, officers storm inside.

He just points at me.

"She's right there. Aurora Hale. Arrest her."

"What?" My voice shatters. "No-no, please-I didn't-"

"Aurora Hale," the officer says as he yanks my arms behind my back, "you're under arrest on multiple counts of theft and fraud. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the court will appoint one for you. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court. Do you understand these rights?"

Victor's voice drips poison. "Did you think no one would find out you stole designs from struggling designers and claimed them as yours in our previous campaign? Were you trying to ruin Elara and I out of jealousy?"

"They're my designs!" I scream, kicking, sobbing. "Everything in that house is mine!"

Victor laughs behind me, pulling Elara against him. "Try proving that."

And as the cuffs close around my wrists, cold and final, something inside me breaks so loudly I swear the whole house hears it.

My faith.

My marriage.

My motherhood.

My life.

All of it.

Gone in one night.

            
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