Addicted To The MC President
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Addicted To The MC President

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Jaymin Snow Romance

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I caught my husband prancing around with different women.
The worst part was?
I wasn’t surprised.
Years of lies, affairs, and humiliation had already killed our marriage long before that moment. The divorce papers were signed in secret months ago. We just hadn’t told the world yet.
So at a charity gala packed with celebrities, politicians, and socialites, I did the one thing nobody expected.
I announced my divorce.
Then I walked away with absolutely no intention of falling in love again.
Then I met Hector.
A biker, a bartender.
A man with rough hands, dangerous eyes, and a reputation that should have sent me running in the opposite direction.
The president of the Black Saints Motorcycle Club.
The kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.
The kind of man I couldn’t stop thinking about.
At first, he wanted nothing to do with me.
I was too rich, too complicated.
Too connected to a world he’d spent his entire life avoiding.
But obsession doesn’t care about common sense.
Soon I was driving hours just to see him.
Checking my phone for his messages.
Watching women throw themselves at him and secretly hating every single one of them.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t the one being chased.
I was the one falling.
The problem?
Hector has buried one wife already.
Lost a child to club violence.
And he’s spent years making sure no woman ever gets close enough to destroy him again.
He thinks he can keep me out of his life.
He’s wrong.
Because I didn’t inherit a billion-dollar empire by walking away from things I want.
And I want him.
He swore he’d never love again.
I swore I’d never beg for love.
One of us is about to lose that battle.

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