One Night With The Disguised Tycoon

Chapter 2

Word Count: 851 | Released on: 03/11/2026

t. Caught off guard, a soft, breathless moan slipped past her lips. Th

n the door. The flashlight beam wobbled against

g Gabrielle flat against the freezing porcelain wall. The rough

gs. His body heat radiated through the thin layers

he murmured, dropping his voice

s body, Gabrielle's mind spun. Her hands lost their grip on his shirt, sliding

tards getting off in the bathroom,"

wouldn't drag a woman into a stall," another voice urged.

side Gabrielle's head finally gave way. Her bones seemed t

ep back. Standing over her in the cramped space,

asked, using the back of his knuckles to wipe a tear

cclain family-get me out, and I'll pay you." Her fingers twisted into his co

ff his coat one by one

le, not to run a charity

oor. The icy porcelain shocked a sliver of clarity back into her brain. Fum

d, holding the card up to him. Her fingertips shook vi

his arms across his chest, amus

ur life must be

t now," she gritted out, fighting to finish the deal b

t of her, his face inches from h

ant more tha

ackward, but his hand shot out and locked around he

mered. Her throat felt parched

wly stroked the delicate bone of her ankle, se

reet, you'll just throw yourself at the first man wh

r cheeks. What terrified her most was that her drugged bo

ything she had left and shoved hi

your help... I

f blackness slammed into her vision. Her knee

ning cheek pressed against the cool skin of his

his arms, the mockery vanished from his f

corridor again. Bertram had figured out somet

tch couldn't have gone far!" Bertram's

p fingers and slid it into his pocket. Scooping one

ceiling. A cold, bloodthirsty smirk touched his lips as

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One Night With The Disguised Tycoon

Gertrude Romance

“I was adopted by the wealthy Mcclain family, raised solely to be a bargaining chip for their corporate mergers. At my engagement banquet, my adoptive father drugged my champagne to force me into marrying a sixty-year-old tycoon. To escape being ruined by that old man, I stumbled into a dark bathroom and begged a mysterious hitman for help. Driven to the edge by the drug, I gave him my virginity and a ten million dollar check, just to survive the night. But when I finally escaped back home, my nightmare truly began. My stepsister maliciously unzipped my jacket in front of everyone, exposing the fresh bite marks and bruises covering my neck. Furious that his marriage merchandise was tainted, my adoptive father had his guards twist my arms behind my back. "Drag her to the medical suite! I want to know if this piece of goods is still intact!" he roared. I was strapped down to a freezing stainless-steel table by two heavy-set nurses, unable to move an inch. A corrupt private doctor forced cold metal instruments into me, ignoring my agonizing screams while my family gloated outside the curtain. Lying there in unbearable humiliation, my heart completely died. Twenty-two years of obedience meant nothing; to them, I was just a slab of meat on a butcher's scale. That night, locked in my dark bedroom in absolute despair, the balcony door suddenly clicked open. The hitman I thought I would never see again stepped out of the shadows, his eyes turning blood-red as he looked at my bruised wrists. "Since this house makes you cry like that, you're coming with me."”