One Night With The Disguised Tycoon

Chapter 6

Word Count: 825 | Released on: 03/11/2026

rielle against the peeling paint of the corner wall. The sharp scent of

n up, pressing her spine flat against the plaster

nd. His rough thumb dragged slowly along her tigh

h people's money sure is easy to make,"he mocked, h

. Biting her lip, she slapped the check

ut of my life! I never wan

floorboards. Dickie looked down, let out a low sco

ten-million-dollar check

s being so generous, i

ted. Instead, a sour, hollow weight sank into her stomach. Last night's l

nking her soft body flush against his chest. "Since you paid such a hig

oving both palms aga

? Let go! The

ends," he murmured, lowering his head u

d dropped behind his back. In one desperate move, she yank

against Dickie's stomach. Her hands shook

gun pressed into his abs, then raised

how to pull a tr

her voice to stay steady. She had watched him clean an

ppreciation crossing his dark pupils. Slowly, he raise

ht. Yo

ined on his chest, she backed up step by step until he

said coldly, reaching behind her with h

eaning lazily against the wall with his arms

you an entire armory

nd bolted out into the dim hallw

ful smirk vanished from Dickie's face,

low, the small figure in his oversized gray hoodie stumbled out

the blind snap shut. Reaching beneath the floorboards under the

eep, respectful voice a

re you a

onto the dusty nightstand before picking it back up and sliding it in

his men tearing the city apar

ray eyes turning lethal. "Send every file on the Mcclain

assign a detail to

s a finger on her..." Dickie paused, his fist clenching around the cheap plastic

apartment one last mocking glance, pulled open t

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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."”