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."