One Night With The Disguised Tycoon

Chapter 5

Word Count: 833 | Released on: 03/11/2026

rned around, catching the exact moment Gabrielle's expression sh

his woman was clearly making up

ff the table and tossed it into a drawer,

k through

ter around her shoulders, though

ching yourself

oth hands on the mattress on either side o

't allowed to have

his blue-gray eyes, her tone certain. "A real hitman wouldn't live in a freezing

Dickie's eyes. Playing right into her ha

ke bastard taking dark web jobs on t

oke," mimicking the raw, defensi

the tragic boy she had seen in his dream,

voice dropping into a soft, gentle

ing, shaving years off his ruthless lif

ze dropping to the frayed black bandag

king your life? You almost g

htened up, walked to the window, and lit a cheap cigarette. Acr

inst the dirty windowpane, the last of Gabriell

ptive father sold her body in marriage to secure corporate mergers. If sh

," she said, breaking the

e and tossed an oversized gray hoodie and

ve got. Take i

limped into the tiny bathroom. Catching sight of the purple marks

hes. She had rolled the sleeves and waistband up three

raked his eyes over her from head to

clothes fit y

the floor. Since the hotel guard had interrupted them yesterday, she hadn't given him the P

e asked, uncapping the

f smoke toward the ceiling, curious to

ned her name at the bottom, tore the check cleanly

years of college and buy a decent apartment in Seatt

of zeros written on the check, the fingers holdin

lion do

owed dangerously as the temperature in the room d

Gabrielle paused, meeting his cold stare head-on. "It's yo

ly kind face, a low, gravelly l

ll you that throwing money at a kill

ushing it under his boot, he stalked forward

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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."”