The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

Chapter 7

Word Count: 624 | Released on: 13/10/2026

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dors were dead silent, lit only by the di

rring slightly from sheer physical exhaustion. She hadn't eaten a single th

tor bay and pressed the down butt

ding open. She stepped inside, leaning heavily aga

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tepped into t

lie straightened up, her shoulder blade

ry. She assumed he would have left hours ago a

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began its s

olent wave of dizziness. Ellie's vision swam wit

arm wrapped firmly around her waist, pull

s her temple, warm and steady against her freezing skin. Th

reaming at her to push away. She was a married woman, and h

Let go of

tightened, locking her firmly against his f

to her wide, exha

s tone dropping to a dangerous, quiet warning. "You did

powerful thud of his heart against her palms, and the un

s and overwhelmed, she bit

d, his rough thumb pressing gently but firmly against he

it," he or

urther, but the intense, burning heat radiating from his touch sent a jo

basement level. The doo

with all her remaining strength, broke free from his hold, and

wered his right hand, his thumb lightly rubbing the pad o

d the keys from her pocket, a figure stepped out from behind a con

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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."”