The Almighty Tycoon Returns For Her

Chapter 8

Word Count: 759 | Released on: 06/05/2026

ugh the floor-to-ceiling windows

to fasten a heavy, blindingly bright diamond earring. She was using the jewelry as armor, tr

as wearing a bespoke, midnight-black sui

amond necklace. Without a word, he stepped beh

kin of her nape. His large, calloused fingers deftly secured the c

dark gaze in the mirror, her heart doing a violent fli

n to the garage. The bulle

e privacy partition rolled up, the tense, qui

resting on his lap. He pu

to force the port tariff reduction proposal at the dinne

mother, Lorraine, will put on her 'loving

ocking onto hers with terrifying intens

eir fake masks off. I don't want them ge

ed into a dangerous smi

d down at her legs. "If they back you into a corner you can't handle, kick my

No one had ever offered to protect her like this. But

ned avenues of the Upper East Side,

center console. His large hand clamped

but he intertwined their fingers, locking

," he said, staring straight ahead. "Sta

his, feeling the rough calluses on his palm and t

ch-style townhouse of the Poole family. T

nd offered his hand to April, playing the

of a paparazzi camera hidden in the bushes. He didn't flin

traightened her spine, and

ine, dripping in gaudy jewelry, rushed

ew smoothly shifted his body, blocking Lorraine comp

econd before she awkwardly shook

on the sofa, posing with a limited-edition Birkin. When she

oice to a breathy purr. "Hi, brother-in-law

throat. She clenched

ht through Sloane as if she were a piece of ugly

s like the prey is eager to jump into the slaughterh

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Sophia Langley Romance

“For a whole year, April believed her billionaire husband, Bartholomew, abandoned her in Europe the day after their arranged wedding. She hated him so much she drunkenly prayed for his death at a club. But he suddenly returned that very night, catching her red-handed. Instead of a divorce, he trapped her, threatening to bankrupt her bloodsucking family unless she moved into his penthouse to play the devoted wife. Forced to comply, she attended a dinner with her toxic family. Her stepmother deliberately served her lobster-knowing April had a fatal allergy. "Eat up, darling. I know hospital food is dreadful." When April refused and exposed their massive gambling debts, her furious father raised his hand to strike her across the face. But it was Bartholomew, the ruthless tyrant she despised, who caught her father's arm and snapped his wrist. "If you ever try to touch my wife again, I will erase your family by sunrise." April was completely stunned. Why was he defending her with such murderous rage? And why did he keep a cheap paper airplane she had made at age six preserved under a glass dome in his study? The answer came that night. When Bartholomew stepped out of the shower, April saw the massive, jagged surgical scar sliced directly over his heart. He hadn't run away; he had been fighting for his life on an operating table. Staring at the man who had silently survived just to come back to her, April made her choice. She was going to uncover the truth behind his surgery and their past.”