The Almighty Tycoon Reclaims His Queen

Chapter 4

Word Count: 856 | Released on: 30/04/2026

screen illuminated Evelyn's pa

Hawthorne burned

until she hit the floor. The phone slipped from her num

knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms. Her thin shoulder

ght sliced through the broken

e walked into the tiny bathroom and gripped the edges of the sink. She stared at her swollen,

rted ringing

Clara Mercer, her best

s panicked whisper imme

uthless tyrant from Hawthorne Group

paper. "I saw it, Clara. He isn't just a tyrant.

their minds. They are making everyone wear full corpo

he looked at her closet ful

humiliate her in front of her coworkers. She needed to pay off that car repa

o get the money from the owne

piece of armor to hide how badly she was shaking insid

he ordered an Uber and headed

ve private lounge. Evelyn paid the driver and walked in

stepped in front of her

rs only. I need to s

e guard dead in the eye with cold authority.

ly relaxed into submission. He stepped aside. "M

sian rugs. The heavy bass from the club's sound system vibrated in the s

ter. A sick feeling settled in her stomach. Preston had to

en just an inch. Dim purple light spilled out into the hallw

She leaned forward and l

shrank to

xpensive shirt was unbuttoned to his stomach. He held a cr

e. She was a well-known socialite

ston's mouth. Their bodies were pressed tightly together

Evelyn's feet straight

ickening wave of self-pity. She had tolerated this pat

eared the fog in her brain. She wasn't here to cry

. She kicked the heavy velve

interior wall with a massive crash. The sou

m died instantly. Every hea

ck blazer sharp, her red li

hampagne all over his pants. He shoved

n? What are y

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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.”