Claimed By The Rival Biker Boss

For five years, I was the secret financial mastermind behind the Vipers MC, keeping my boyfriend Douglas and his greedy family afloat.

But today, he suddenly dumped me and demoted me to a "Sweetbutt"—the lowest level of club property, available to any patched member.

"You'll still be useful around the clubhouse," he said coldly, leaving me to the mercy of his mother Brenda, who immediately ordered me to scrub the toilets.

The other girls mocked my fall from grace, expecting me to break down and beg for my old life back.

But they didn't know I had just uncovered Douglas's ultimate betrayal: he had used the wealth I built to secretly fund a whole new life and a hidden son with another woman in Arizona.

He actually thought I would quietly accept being stripped of my dignity and passed around the clubhouse, while he built his perfect legacy on my dime.

Worse, his family tried to use my sudden vulnerability to feed me to Ardell Cameron, the ruthless president of a rival MC who had a decade-old blood vendetta against me.

They thought they were throwing a helpless, discarded woman to the wolves to save their own skins.

They had no idea they just handed a queen the perfect reason to burn their entire kingdom to the ground.

I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I smiled, opened my hidden ledgers, and began to call in every single debt they owed.