The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

Chapter 4

Word Count: 576 | Released on: 13/10/2026

rough the faux-wood blinds o

k coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. On the countertop lay

aminate surface. The caller ID

s, letting out a slow b

mornin

the earpiece without preamble. "Ephram's assistant called me at sev

e marriage has been over for a year, Mom.

st distributes over three hundred thousand dollars to your joint account every quart

aid, standing up. "He paraded Vanessa Hayes into

company collapsed, your father ran off to Switzerland and left us with seventy m

of eviction notices and court marsh

best specialists when my cancer flared up, I would have died in that hospital b

ting weight she had carried for years. The crushing debt of

Mom," Ellie said, her knuckles turning white arou

uelly. "Listen to me, Ellie. Ephram is a young, wealthy man. Men wander. Y

se again," Ellie said, her voice drop

you dare call me your mother. I won

ded with a

rtment settled around her like lead. She walked int

It was an iMessage from the priv

gged. Do not concern yourself wi

, completely devoid of emotion, yet a strange, ste

e: Thank you. Let me know

d into a tailored charcoal pantsuit under her winter coat. She was a neurosurgery resi

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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."”