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What I Owe Her

Penulis: Bree
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-06 20:15:03

Jace’s POV

Everything had settled. Mostly.

My sister, Jessie, was getting married to Tyler in two months. Yeah, that Tyler. The biker who burned down the Duncan estate, and got her pregnant.

Mother caved in when she realized that she couldn’t do anything about the situation anymore.

You see, she hates public humiliation more than she hates anything on the planet. So when Jessie refused to abort the baby, she had no choice.

Wedding or scandal and she picked wedding. But on one condition… Tyler quit the club, cut the leather, and got a respectable job. He didn’t even argue. He just wanted Jessie so he went with the flow.

And me? I buried myself in work, anything to dodge my mother’s relentless campaign to marry me off to some noblewoman, the mayor’s daughter, or whatever shiny political pawn she thought would “elevate our family.” For her, marriage wasn’t love, it was strategy, alliances, headlines.

But after our last showdown, I don’t think she’ll ever try it again.

I told her, very
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