Trading Passion With The Ruthless Tycoon

Chapter 3

Word Count: 913 | Released on: 27/05/2026

onight. No way. She would text him. Tell him to keep the prototype, to throw it away. She didn't ca

her work, but his image was burned into her mind. The way he looked at her, the feel of his hand on her wrist. Sh

se silence. It was her mother, Bre

ezing sob. The rent was late again. And she'd lost some money playing onlin

Her own rent was due in a week. Brenda was a black hole, sucking ev

can do," Chloe sa

A cold knot of despair tightened in her chest. She couldn't abandon her mother,

's prototype loomed over her like a guillotine.

ail notification popped up on her pho

the future of your collaboration. He understands the recent pressures you've been un

us" meant. She knew what kind of "business dinner"

e: Dinner

prepared to waive the late penalty and offer a $10,000 bonus

eyes. It was a lifeline. It would solve everythin

she found one of Leo, taken before the accident. He was smiling, his eyes

nly person who ever made her feel safe. Now he was lying in a sterile room, trapped in a body that wouldn't move, and she was the only one who could keep him alive. It was just

embled as she

movies. The air smelled of old money and expensive cigars. Chloe wore her onl

d roaming eyes, greeted her with a little too muc

se gaze was even more explicit, sliding over her body like

. She spoke about material innovations, user experience, and market positioning. They weren't lis

his hand landing on the small of her back, his fi

very important client," Berman urged, his voice taking on

She forced a tight smi

thigh. "Why don't you sit here,

ed. The ten thousand dollars felt like a bribe for her soul. She thought of her broth

, her body moving as if throu

en door to the private dining room w

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“Chloe was drowning in crushing debt and a rare neurological condition that made her skin agonize for a touch she couldn't bear. That was until her mysterious neighbor, Julian, stepped in. He saved her from a predatory client by beating the man half to death, secured her a $20,000 payout, and miraculously cured her tormenting condition with a single, desperate night in her bed. But Julian was dangerous. He drove a Bentley, had the police turning a blind eye to his violence, and hid dark secrets behind a handyman disguise. Terrified by his world and the absolute control he had over her body, Chloe panicked. The morning after he tenderly held her together, she pulled out her checkbook. She handed him a check for $500. "For your service. It was excellent," she said coldly, treating the lethal man like a cheap escort. His vulnerable expression shattered, replaced by a look of profound hurt and ice-cold rage. He slammed her door, vanishing from her life. Almost immediately, her skin began to burn again, and her career stalled. The brutal realization hit her: she had driven away the only person who could anchor her. But why did a man with such immense wealth and power pretend to be a blue-collar worker just to get close to her in the first place? Desperate, she wired him another $500 to force a reaction. Late that night, as she stood nervously at a convenience store counter buying boxes of condoms, a low, triumphant voice whispered in her ear. "Preparing for next time?"”