The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

Chapter 3

Word Count: 656 | Released on: 13/10/2026

air brushed against Ellie's freezing cheeks. She sat stiffly in the

liding behind the steering wheel. He didn't start the engine right away. The faint

he comman

looking straight ahead through th

er townhouse was on East 74th. A pre-war building near the St

ive without asking

heels hit a patch of streetcar rails beneath the sno

left shoulder brushing firml

muscle beneath. The sudden proximity brought that sharp, i

herself flush against the passenger door

The road

had kept his distance. She was the wife of his best friend-an un

knee. His dark stare dropped to her bare left hand resting in her lap.

t, lingering just long enough for the searing he

ice dropped an octave lower, rough and heavy with

beat. The air between them suddenl

ive down Fifth Avenue,

n front of the pre-war brownstone on 54th Street. Th

belt and reaching for the door handle. "Add up the repair

rance adjusters," Cosmo

er console. The space between them shrank to less than

e your

back into the se

rough third parties," Cosmo said. H

. It lingered there for a fraction of a se

her purse, unlocked the scree

ng across the glass with practiced s

up with an incoming call. He ended the call,

is side of the car, though the dangerous tension in

he heavy door open, and steppe

dden heat burning beneath her collar. She didn't look

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“"You want a divorce? Fine. Complete an IVF cycle, give me an heir to unlock my trust fund, and I'll sign the papers." In the dim underground garage, my cheating husband gripped my wrist tightly, his face twisted in a mocking sneer. "Stop dreaming, Ellie. Your family is bankrupt! You think if you leave me, some Wall Street billionaire is going to be blind enough to be your knight in shining armor?" Looking at his arrogant face, I felt nothing but pure disgust. For three years of a dead marriage, he paraded his mistress into our marital bed, letting her wear my clothes and carry my bags. When I demanded a divorce, my own vain mother tried to force me back to be his incubator, all for a seven-million-dollar bribe. "I'd rather die than have your child." I looked at him coldly and slammed the "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" right into his face. Infuriated, he tightened his grip on my arm, ready to explode. Just then, blinding LED headlights tore through the darkness of the garage. A custom black Bentley Mulsanne glided silently out of the shadows, stopping inches behind us. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a sharp, lethally handsome face. The most ruthless, untouchable billionaire on Wall Street-Cosmo James. He also happened to be my husband's former best friend. Cosmo's ice-blue eyes locked onto the hand gripping my arm. His deep voice cut through the freezing air like a blade: "Take your hands off her." Cosmo leaned slightly forward, radiating sheer, predatory authority. A cold, ruthless smirk touched his lips. "You asked which Wall Street billionaire is going to be her knight in shining armor." "It's me."”