The Biker's quintuplets Mum

Amelia

Once we left the venue, Adele and I stepped onto the street, scanning for a taxi. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the bustling city. Cars passed, people chatted, the city moving on as if nothing had happened.

Adele’s makeup was already ruined from tears, but I felt nothing but a strange, exhilarating gratitude. Finally, a second chance. And with it, the thought of revenge. Every pain I had endured, the loss of my daughter, losing my womb, having everything I owned stripped from me, and finally, being killed in prison was now fuel.

I was sure if Adele could see what I had seen, she wouldn’t be mourning Killian. She wouldbe asking to hit the club with me, celebrating life instead of grieving.

“Whatever crazy long story you have got, I want to hear it now. Somehow, it doesn’t sound so crazy anymore,” Adele said, her voice soft but curious.

I shook my head at her. “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. But if you had seen what I saw you wouldn’t cry over Killian, girl. You’d be asking us to celebrate at the club immediately.”

Her eyebrows arched in concern. “How bad was it? I won’t judge you. Please, tell me. Maybe it will put my mind at ease a bit,” she said, before I could respond.

“I will give you a lift,” a voice called out. I turned to see Jake, who happened to be Adele’s cousin and was also at the wedding, waving at us. “I am heading whatever way you are heading.”

We accepted gratefully and jumped into his car. Adele slumped beside me, still clutching her bouquet. I snatched it from her and tossed it out the window. “Girl, you don’t need that anymore,” I said.

“Can we please not go home? I don’t want to sulk there or face my mom, she is going to rub it in my face that she told me he was a gold digger,” Adele sobbed. I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Then we should hit the club. That’s the only place that could blow off this steam,” I said.

Jake cleared his throat and glanced at us with a grin. “So, if you guys are in, I was supposed to skip the crazy biker party tonight because of your wedding. But thanks to, uh the wedding crashing, here I am, heading back to the event.”

Jake gets it, he knows how we like to live. Adele and I have never been the type to just settle down. We have never looked forward to weddings, motherhood, until we met those demons, we were just wild girls in our late twenties, chasing nights full of parties, clubs, biker events, and fashion shows, until they happened.

Our weekends were spent in clubs, smoking weed, chasing nights that blurred into early mornings. But when the weekdays came, I became the CEO of Davis Realtors, my parents’ company, a business I had helped build and turned into one of the top firms in the city.

We met Declan and Killian, it was just a fling at first. Declan insisted there was more, and as an explorer at heart, I tried to see where it could go until it led to that doomed marriage.

I raised an eyebrow. “Biker party?”

“Oh, I know you guys live for that kind of excitement,” Jake said with a laugh, turning the car toward the outskirts of the city. “You know that hot Trillionaire, Maxwell Sinclair, is going to be there today. That’s what makes it worth it.”

“Now I definitely want to attend,” Adele said, lifting her head from my shoulder.

Jake and I chuckled. “You are sure going to enjoy tonight’s race, you will barely even remember you just dumped someone at the altar.”

Adele and I shot him a pointed look, “I apologize, that was insensitive,” he said, grinning, of course typical Jake, says things without thinking.

“You do realize you are going to look crazy if you show up at the event in a wedding dress, right? Let’s stop at a boutique and get you something more appropriate,” Jake said with a grin.

He suggested a boutique he knew catered to biker crowds and we headed there.

When we arrived, the boutique was packed with biker-friendly clothing, leather jackets, ripped denim, bold prints, and edgy accessories. “Try these,” Jake said, tossing us a few jackets and tops.

We slipped into the changing rooms, trying on new looks and laughing at how different we felt. When we finally stepped out, dressed in bold, biker-ready outfits, we were almost unrecognizable from the broken girls who had just left a wedding.

We left the boutique and headed straight to the biker event, engines rumbled and music blasted from massive speakers. The scene was alive with energy, leather jackets, tattoos, roaring bikes racing and performing stunts, people shouting and laughing over the chaos. Smoke from exhausts mingled with the rich smell of barbecue from a nearby food stand, creating an intoxicating blend of adrenaline and celebration.

Adele and I grabbed two drinks from a stall, something fizzy and strong, then wandered closer to the main crowd. She laughed, spinning around, her hair catching the lights from the stage. “This is insane!” she yelled over the noise.

“I know,” I said, feeling my own adrenaline spike. “From a solemn ‘I do’ wedding to this wild, chaotic event, I missed when we used to live like this. Gosh, we almost got trapped back there.”

We found a spot near the edge of the stage, where bikers and spectators kept gathering. A group of riders revved their bikes in sync, daring each other to perform stunts. One guy launched into a wheelie, cheering as the crowd went wild. Adele clapped, and I couldn’t help but laugh along. The chaos was infectious.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted into chanting. I turned and saw Maxwell Sinclair. Tall, impossibly handsome, dressed in pristine leather that somehow made him look so hot and untouchable. He was one of the richest men in New York, if not the richest, having inherited his parents’ company at a young age and taken it to the top.

By his side was his stunning wife, smiling and waving at everyone as the crowd cheered their love. I sipped my drink, feeling a flicker of something dark and calculating stir inside me. If only they knew or if only Maxwell knew.

I turned to look at Adele, she was drunk, So far gone she couldn’t even see what was happening right in front of her. I grabbed my phone and called Jake, telling him I needed him to drop Adele at home. He was furious at first, swearing under his breath, but eventually he agreed.

When they left, I turned my attention back to the stage and there she was. The woman Killian had been cheating on Adele with, smiling lovingly at her powerful husband while she destroyed someone else’s life behind closed doors.

After addressing the crowd, Maxwell announced that his wife had another event to attend, and the two of them stepped down from the stage.

I smiled, because I knew she wasn’t attending any event.

She was heading straight to meet Killian, she must have already heard the wedding was off.

I slipped my hand into my purse, fingers brushing the small bottle of aphrodisiac drops I had planned to use at the reception. I was going to slip it into Declan’s drink so we could sneak into a bathroom and have wild, reckless sex like we used to.

The thought of that now made my stomach turn, but the thought of using it on Rhea Sinclair's perfect husband Maxwell Sinclair thrilled me more than anything.

It was payback time.

Author's note: Male lead is here🥳 and his wife😢, is he going to be nice to Amelia🤔, expect something spicy🤭🤭