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The Almighty Tycoon Reclaims His Queen

Chapter 2

Word Count: 909 | Released on: 30/04/2026

ward as Julian drag

his polished leather shoes. She grabbed his thick

her wrist ground together with a sickening

suddenly flashed aga

is motorcycle to the curb. The flashing

hope. She yanked her arm ha

rd traffic accident! He ha

nnoyed by the weather. But as he got closer, his eyes dropped to the license

r froze in

ket so fast he almost dropped it. A nervous

or the disturbance. The road

e heavy weight of absolute powerlessness crashed

. He tilted his head slightly, looking down at

neered. "Gus. Tell the officer how we h

mbossed card from his jack

Group Legal Department. We will be filin

t made Evelyn's

lic, her father's fragile company would be

it until she tasted the sharp metallic tan

g. "Mr. Hawthorne. Please. We can settle

uran

nto her space, backing her up until her spine hit the w

it wouldn't even cover th

erous, and left absolut

across the street, actively pushing away the pedestrians who were tryin

hand flat against the small of Evelyn's back. He shoved

fore she could even push herself up, Julian

door sla

ished instantly. The cabin was dead sil

neck. He threw it onto the floorboard. His dark ey

pped her arms around her wet chest, shivering violently. The ai

pressed a silver button

d up, completely cutting off the front sea

ght coming through the tinted windows. Evelyn pressed her cheek

ed out. His long fingers caught a wet strand of her blonde h

Her throat was complete

as it is wit

his fingers clamped hard around her jaw. He forced her

d. His jaw ticked violently. Th

me a debt you could no

rembling bottom lip. The rough frictio

ead the dark promise in his eyes. He did n

eather compartment next to him and pulled out a

s eyes slowly dragged down to where her wet silk shirt clung to her b

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Elroy Notman Billionaires

“Evelyn was already suffocating under her family's impending bankruptcy when she rear-ended a ten-million-dollar Rolls Royce in the freezing rain. The tinted window rolled down, revealing the cold, predatory face of Julian Hawthorne-the man she had brutally abandoned three years ago. Now a ruthless billionaire, he demanded a seven-figure repair check she couldn't afford, or she would have to pay with her body. Desperate, she went to her wealthy fiancé, Preston, for the money, only to find him in a VIP club with another woman straddling his lap. Instead of helping, Preston threw the repair bill on the floor and laughed with his rich friends. "You want the money? Fine. Get on your knees, crawl over here, and kiss the tip of my shoe in front of everyone." Evelyn trembled with pure humiliation. Three years ago, she had sacrificed the only man she truly loved to save her family from ruin, only to end up engaged to this pathetic, cheating scum. Just as her knees bent toward the carpet, the heavy velvet door was kicked completely off its hinges. Julian walked in like the grim reaper, beat Preston half to death, and dragged Evelyn away. He pinned her in his car, threatening to destroy everyone she cared about if she didn't return to him. Evelyn was terrified and confused. Why was this powerful tyrant going to such extreme, violent lengths to trap a woman who had thrown him away? The answer slipped out through an accidental phone call: the cold-blooded CEO had spent the previous night drunk, crying and screaming her name. Realizing the monster caging her was actually just a desperate, heartbroken man, Evelyn wiped her tears and made a decision. She was going to break her engagement, walk into his corporate fortress, and finally face the terrifying debt of their past.”