The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

Chapter 8

Word Count: 853 | Released on: 13/10/2026

ered, casting harsh, distorted sh

e hung loose around his unbuttoned collar, his hair disheveled, c

phram sneered, his bloodshot g

o her coat pocket, her fingers wrapping t

my car, Ephram.

against the driver's side door. "I saw you coming out of the VIP executive suite today. What,

She twisted hard in his grip. "Get your han

. "You really are pathetic, Ellie. Do you honestly think some billionaire is go

espect my medical expertise!" Ellie kicked

ck a step, rubbing his leg. He breathed heavil

traight, adopting the cold, patronizing tone h

Drop the divorce petition, and I'll ov

brought your mistress into our marital bed, a

ver be Mrs. Oliver," Ephram stated, as if he wer

your title. It

d, his jaw clenching

ll your contractual obligation to the Ol

e. "What d

secondary voting shares vest," Ephram said coldly. "Un

rified. "We haven't touched each other in over

n do IVF. In vitro fertilization. You go to the fertility clinic, complete the cycle, carry the pregnancy

ntire body-not from the cold garage air

human being. She was merely an incuba

Ellie said, her voi

y legal team will tie you up in litigation for the next ten years. You'll

ity LED headlights swept across the

ided silently out of the shadows, coming

between them. Cosmo was now an apex predator on Wall Street, his wealth and ruthless influence entirely dwarfing the Oliver family trust. This complex reality-a mix of former brotherhood and a

therly exasperation to assert his own status as the rear passenger window glided down smoothly. "Cos

didn't look at Ephram like a friend. His unblinking gaze was fixe

" Cosmo's deep voice cut through

faltered. He looked at hi

this is fami

ght in shining armor." Cosmo leaned slightly forward into the l

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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."”