Novel & Cerita Accidentally Crossing The Tycoon

I laughed quietly, feeling that cozy warmth inside me as we got into the car. Tyler and I arrived at the fancy restaurant, but I decided to just get the ice cream package to take home. Honestly, I was craving it, and it would be easier once we got back anyway. As we were walking out, I accidentally bumped into someone. The items they were carrying tumbled to the ground. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” I said quickly, crouching slightly to help. Tyler bent down immediately, picking up the fallen items before I could bend.

"I need ten minutes to stabilize the pressure. If I can't do it by then, the Atuabo II injectors will reach critical mass and level three city blocks in Ghana." As Elena began to rewire the ancient console, the sound of tires screeching on gravel echoed from outside. "They're here," Killian said, his voice like dry ice. He didn't look back at her. He stepped out into the rain, a lone figure in a bespoke suit, standing against a fleet of black tactical SUVs. He was the Tycoon, the King of the Empire, but in this moment, he was a soldier protecting the woman who held the key to his survival.

She's the classic example of beauty with no brains. When Teddy was about to get in the car, he suddenly realized that the streets that were lively a moment ago were quiet, even the Imperial's security guards had hurriedly closed the doors and hid. There's an ambush! Teddy subconsciously wanted to pull out his gun but he suddenly remembered that guns were prohibited in Taadi and his were confiscated at the customs. Hence, they hurriedly got into the car and wanted to drive away as soon as possible, but it was too late.

The streets weren’t too crowded and I figured I’d have a better chance of getting a cab in the next town over. Then, just as I was about to cross the street, the deep growl of an engine cut through the air beside me. I stopped in my tracks as a sleek black Ducati pulled up next to me. Even before the rider removed their helmet, I recognized the black leather jacket. Of course. Tyson. I folded my arms, already scowling as he finally pulled off the helmet, shaking out his hair with that infuriating, lazy confidence. "Need a lift, blonde?" He asked, the smirk on his face making it clear he already knew the answer.

He then released the drunk man’s hand forcedly, “Leave before my eyes cannot find the reason to spare you from touching my property.” My left brow raised as I turned my eyes again on the man beside me. “Excuse me?” I asked. He looks at me while grinning. “Are you okay?” “Don’t be so high on yourself, tycoon. I’m not your property. No one owns me.” “Well. No one also needs your permission. I can mark everything I want,” this tycoon said and then smirked while looking back in front, “Oh! That drunk man sprinted just like you did at the Hotel,” he mumbled.

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

She didn’t call him to her since there was no reason to, the road was free of cars. She beckoned him back to her and he returned, beaming. Just as he reached her side of the street, a sleek car drove by. It seemed like the driver didn’t have control over the car since the car swerved and skidded in their direction. Before Macy could react, it hit her and her Will, knocking them both down. She scrambled up with a low groan, ignoring her scrapped hands and knees. The impact hadn’t been too hard on her, but on Will… he was just a baby.

Out the broad windows, the estate's lush grounds and mossy fountains could be glimpsed through manicured treetops. This whole scenario still felt like a bizarre dream. Just hours ago she'd been working a graveyard shift at the Denny's off the Strip, hoping to scrape together enough tips for Matty's new school clothes. How had one night of drunken stupidity transported her into this opulent, alien world of tycoon mansions and families? She shook her head to clear the disorienting fog. First, she needed to make herself look as dignified as possible before facing that arrogant billionaire jackass Jackson again.

Eric’s father sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. I moved closer to Eric again, slipping my hand into his. He squeezed it gently. “Breaking news this afternoon.” We all turned to the TV mounted on the wall. “A car accident involving Macmillan Holdings heir, Eric Macmillan occurred earlier today just minutes from the company’s headquarters…” Footage of the crashed vehicle and Eric being carried into an ambulance flashed across the screen. “Our sources confirm Mr. Macmillan was rushed to the hospital with minor injuries. The billionaire CEO recently made headlines after his surprise Miami wedding, sparking speculations within business circles about his future position at Macmillan Holdings…”

he asked, his voice smooth and commanding. His gaze stirred something unexpected—a warmth in the midst of the cold. I'd seen that face before, through the fog of my pain: Julian Huxley, the ruthless CEO of Huxley Enterprises and Ethan's fiercest rival. What did he want from me? As the rain poured on, a new unease twisted in my gut—this encounter felt like the start of something far more dangerous than I could handle.