Isaac Vane, my husband’s billionaire best friend, warned me not to marry Michael Montero. I didn’t listen. Instead, I hated him for trying to turn me against my husband. Three years later, right after giving birth to his twins, I lost the ability to walk. Then, three months later, my husband told me he was marrying a second wife. Vanessa. The same woman he swore was “just like a sister” to him. He promised me forever.Instead, I got Vanessa. She walked into my home like she already owned it, rearranging my life piece by piece while Michael stood by and watched. The woman he claimed would make our lives better slowly turned my home into a living hell, and somehow, he couldn’t see past her. I was done begging for scraps of love from a husband who had already chosen someone else. So I called the only man who could help me and my twins escape. Isaac. Three years ago, before walking away, he had left me a card. “Call me when you’re ready.” When I finally called, he didn’t sound surprised.He sounded like he had been waiting for this moment. “I can get you and the twins out,” he said. “But you have four days.” Four days to disappear from my husband. Four days to leave behind the life I had fought so hard to save. Four days before Michael realized his wife and children were gone. But there was something I didn't know. Isaac Vane wasn't just a billionaire. He was the feared leader of one of the most powerful motorcycle clubs in the city. And when his club opened its doors to me, there was no turning back. Because Isaac's help came with a price. And it was far higher than I could ever afford. Because Isaac Vane wasn’t asking me for money. He was asking me for something that could change everything.