Page 27 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

“In terms of us pretending to be in love, but for all legal purposes, it’s real.”

Okay, that’s not what he said in the beginning. “What about afterwards?”

“Like I said, you can go back to your life.”

“Do we get a divorce or an annulment?” I asked.

“The marriage is real,” he repeated, his tone firm. "Afterward, you can resume your normal life, but we will remain legally married.”

I freaked out when he said that. “You mean to tell me that I’m actually marrying you? For real? And I’m supposed to stay legally married to you?”

Vince nodded, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Yes. I never lied about that part, Sybil.”

I felt a surge of anger and betrayal. “So, I just get a house and a million bucks for marrying you and staying your wife? That’s it? Fuck that, I’ll just take half!”

“Do it,” he countered.

“I can’t marry you for real,” I shouted.

“We agreed to this,” Vince argued, his voice soaring. “You knew what you were getting into. You signed your name on the dotted line.”

“Bullshit!” I shot back. “I thought this was a sham! I didn’t realize I was actually signing up to be your wife forever. Is this why your proposal didn’t work on the other women?”

His jaw tightened, and he stared straight ahead. “I didn’t love those other women.”

Refusing to acknowledge his words, I couldn’t handle the emotions swirling around inside me. “Let me out of the car,” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.

“No,” Vince said, his tone final. “We’re going to the courthouse.”

"I said set me free!" I screamed, reaching for the door handle.

Vince kept driving, his eyes focused on the road. “Stop it, Sybil. You’re not thinking clearly.”

But I wasn’t going to listen. I yanked the door open, the wind whipping through the car.

“Sybil! What the hell are you doing?” he shouted, his features revealing both his anger and worry.

My chest heaved as I couldn’t think straight. “I’m not going through with this, Vince. I’m not your fucking pawn!”

His eyes pleaded. “Please, Sybil, just listen to me. You’re not going to jump. You’re not that crazy.”

“Want to bet,” I screeched. “You lied to me. You used me. I’m done.”

Without a second thought, I jumped out, rolling onto the pavement as the car screeched to a halt behind me. Pain shot through my body as I tumbled across the road, but I didn’t care. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Vince sprung out of the car, running towards me.

With that, I turned and started walking away, my mind made up. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay with Vince. Not after this.

I kept walking, ignoring the pain shooting through my body. I didn’t care. I was done with Vince and his lies. But I could hear him running behind me, getting closer with each step.

“Sybil, stop!” he shouted, desperation lacing his voice.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. But he caught up to me, grabbing my arm and forcing me to face him.

“Let go of me,” I hissed, trying to yank my arm free.

“Please, just listen,” he pleaded. “You can go home. Just let me call an ambulance and get you checked out first. You’re hurt.”

I glared at him, but the pain was becoming unbearable. “Fine. But after that, I’m gone.”

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