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The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

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Chapter 1 

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d, a blizzard hit Manhattan. Ellie had called her husband, hop

d straight upstairs, only to look through the half-open master bedroom door and see her husband's new assis

a pair of nude patent leather stilettos were intimately tangled together. Melting

rital bed in a fluster. She deliberately tugged at the loose collar of

. There was no anger, only the chilling, numb d

to a pathetic, shattered marriage. Ephram's infidelity was an open secret, and she, once c

aid coldly. "Ephram has never b

rital home, bought five yea

eyes as she softly explained, "Mr. Olive

seen Ephram i

ing dinner alone at a five-star hotel restaurant when she

face, and screamed at him with a twisted ex

mirror and see what she had become. Then, he wrapped his arm around t

d every fragile thing in sight. Looking at her unrecognizable face

w did she turn into such a

out of this townhouse. Ephra

hortly after, but she didn't expect hi

ce, a wave of cold disgust finally

e demanded, her voice dr

eact, the master bathr

towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Seeing Ellie in the doorway, his patien

her, Ellie," E

ly watered. She shrank b

rembling perfectly on cue. "I accidentally spilled wine on my d

Stark" instead of "Mrs. Oliv

kets of her wool coat. Her knuckles tu

his patience vis

o you have to make a scene out of ever

rved for decent p

d from her pocket, holdi

n onto the black-and-white marble vanity. The

ss the top in bold black letters, the header was

ehearsed expression of distress froze

oking directly at him like a doct

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The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen
The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen
“Ellie returned home from a thirty-six-hour surgical shift, only to find another woman's stilettos in her foyer. Her husband's mistress was lounging on the sofa, deliberately wearing Ellie's emerald silk robe. Instead of explaining, her husband, Ephram, wrapped his arm around the mistress and scolded Ellie. "It's just a piece of fabric, Ellie. Do you have to make a scene?" When Ellie slapped the divorce papers onto the table, Ephram laughed and mocked her bankrupt family. He refused to sign, demanding she complete an IVF cycle to give him an heir so he could unlock his trust fund. Even Ellie's own mother called to threaten her. "You owe the Oliver family! You go back to that house and give him a child, or I will ruin your medical career!" For three years, Ephram had let his family publicly mock Ellie for being barren, while secretly hiding his own severe clinical sterility. She had sacrificed everything for a man who only saw her as a biological incubator to secure his inheritance. How could they expect her to sell her body and dignity just to maintain their wealthy facade? With her heart turned to cold ash, Ellie ripped up their multimillion-dollar bribe. She walked out into the freezing Manhattan blizzard and stepped into the black Maybach of Cosmo James. The most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street looked at her with ice-blue eyes. "Get in, Dr. Stark. We're going to meet the people who will win your case."”