One Night With The Disguised Tycoon

Chapter 7

Word Count: 860 | Released on: 03/11/2026

floor and pushed open the rusted iron door of the tenement

oof Rolls-Royce Phantoms. Over a dozen elite security operatives in bespoke suits and tact

A tall, sharp-featured man wearing gold-rimmed glass

al Holdings and a Wall Street hedge fund titan in his own right, Harlon rarely showed shoc

car, ripped the cheap shirt over his head, and

out a freshly pressed white dress shirt and a ha

rate precision. In ten seconds flat, the broke college assassin vanished, replace

e plush leather backseat of the Phantom and pouring hims

passenger seat, turning sli

l apart last night. As of an hour ago, he froze al

money as a leash," Dickie sneered,

dollars for the head of the 'hitman' who ruined his night," Harlon added, pushin

Global Holdings makes more than that in interest b

he Langley Group's offshore accounts and ba

ie said, downing the bourbon in one swallow. His blue-gray eyes gleamed with ruthless calculation. "Drop some breadc

o you on her own?" Harl

gun. She owes me a return visit," Dickie murmured, his thumb brushing his em

stop in front of a massive estate in

to Gabrielle, it was a cage she had sworn she would never walk back into. But she had no choice. Walter still held everything-the trust, he

nked the zipper of Dickie's oversized gray hoodie all

clutch, feeling the hard outline of the black pisto

e gate, a guard ra

dest miss ha

ron gates g

f the main hall, she froze. A dozen maids and butlers

orning robe was her stepmother, Gearldine Anderson.

ress, staying out all night and coming home d

right past her

er? I need to

furious voice roared from

silver-headed cane with the other. The gold signet ring on his right

is cane against the marble floor. The deafening crack

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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."”