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The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1081    |    Released on: Today at 14:30

For a second, genuine shock broke through his arrogant f

the vanity with careless disdain. "The Stark family went bankrupt two years ago. You have absolutely noth

pression completely flat. "

You can't even give me a child. You've wasted years of my life,

each other in the spine with the ugliest words imag

ce dripping with clinical disgust. "I'm afraid any child of y

face instantly d

our team in the morning," Ellie said. She turned on her heel and

crash of Ephram kicking a

Ellie, don't ever crawl back begging

freezing brass handle of the front door, and

ut. Ice pellets whipped across her cheeks, numbing her skin within se

gainst the curb. Her boots skidded on the unplowed snow, and she cau

over. She sat gripping the steering wheel, her breath fogging in the frigid cabin. Her nose

led against the accumulating sleet. At the intersection of 68th Stree

tly beneath her foot. The tires

ont bumper slammed into the back of a

ack, blinking away the dizzying dark spots dancing in her vision. Through the cracke

uckled her seatbelt, and st

in a tailored suit stepped out, inspecting the de

nger door of the Bentley opened. A tall man in a pure

triking features through th

mo J

ared at the sharp, striking features of the

absolute poverty. He was the poor boy who had to work multiple jobs just to survive high school. No one could hav

ery same boy she had once chased relentlessly, o

around Cosmo had only grown colder and sharper. He walked toward her, holding a lar

voice was deep and magnetic, colder

owered

s. She was a walking joke in their circle. Standing in front of the man she had once pursued, looking like a

ding home," Ell

looked back down, his eyes lingered briefly on the faint

s bare. The wedd

e leaving no room for argument. He turned to his driv

you, but I don't need a ride. S

r door of her Volvo, leaned in, and pulled the keys from the ignition, tos

said, his voice flat and laced with a biting edge.

im, humiliated and frustrated, unable to believe he could

is ice-blue eyes locking onto hers. "O

llie finally walked forwa

The howling blizzard vanished instantly

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The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen
The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen
“Ellie returned home from a thirty-six-hour surgical shift, only to find another woman's stilettos in her foyer. Her husband's mistress was lounging on the sofa, deliberately wearing Ellie's emerald silk robe. Instead of explaining, her husband, Ephram, wrapped his arm around the mistress and scolded Ellie. "It's just a piece of fabric, Ellie. Do you have to make a scene?" When Ellie slapped the divorce papers onto the table, Ephram laughed and mocked her bankrupt family. He refused to sign, demanding she complete an IVF cycle to give him an heir so he could unlock his trust fund. Even Ellie's own mother called to threaten her. "You owe the Oliver family! You go back to that house and give him a child, or I will ruin your medical career!" For three years, Ephram had let his family publicly mock Ellie for being barren, while secretly hiding his own severe clinical sterility. She had sacrificed everything for a man who only saw her as a biological incubator to secure his inheritance. How could they expect her to sell her body and dignity just to maintain their wealthy facade? With her heart turned to cold ash, Ellie ripped up their multimillion-dollar bribe. She walked out into the freezing Manhattan blizzard and stepped into the black Maybach of Cosmo James. The most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street looked at her with ice-blue eyes. "Get in, Dr. Stark. We're going to meet the people who will win your case."”