Billionaire Surprise: Winning Back My Tycoon Wife

In the dark night, Loraine Torres nervously walked towards the bedroom, adjusting the bottom of her silky nightgown. Her palms were damp with sweat.

This was her first time dressing in such a revealing cloth with nothing worn beneath it.

Now and then, the chill in the air caused her to shiver a bit.

She encouraged herself in silence.

Why should she feel scared?

The man inside was her husband, Marco Bryant, and that night, she was resolved to get intimate with him!

She touched her cheeks, which were a little warm and pink, and inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. Then, she knocked on the door.

A man appeared shortly after. He was tall and imposing. He had cold eyes and defined features, and his lips were slightly drawn together. He was as majestic as the god in the classical Greek artworks.

"It's late. What do you want?" He sounded stern, and he looked like he just saw someone he didn't recognize.

Loraine's courage almost wavered.

"Marco, do you know what day it is today?"

Marco's brow furrowed. "Get to the point."

Loraine's expression of expectancy gradually changed to one of disappointment, yet she managed to muster a smile.

"Today is our third anniversary of marriage. I know you've been swamped with work, but that's fine. I have a surprise planned for you!"

Right after Loraine finished speaking, a woman emerged from behind Marco. She casually stepped beside him and offered Loraine a smile as she greeted her.

"Ms. Torres, Marco has told me a great deal about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

The woman was beautiful and radiated innocence with her gentle voice. Her eyes were expressive and would stir a sense of compassion in anyone.

However, Loraine felt a cold shiver. Her body tensed up, and she found herself unable to move.

"Keely, what are you doing here?"

Although Loraine and Keely Haywood had never met in person, Keely's presence had always loomed over Loraine's marriage like a looming storm.

Keely's influence was evident throughout the house. Marco's family often pointed out to Loraine that Keely was the woman Marco adored, whereas she was just the disappointment he ended up marrying.

Keely felt a bit uncomfortable when she noticed Loraine's revealing clothes and quickly looked away.

"Marco, did I interrupt something?"

Loraine responded coldly, "Yes, can't you tell?"

Keely's complexion drained of color. "I'm sorry. Please don't be upset. I'll leave immediately." She apologized and began to take her leave. Marco's expression grew stern as he looked at Loraine.

"Keely is my guest. Loraine, watch how you speak."

Loraine was left standing at the door as her heart sunk deep within her. She felt utterly ashamed, as if she had been stripped naked.

Despite being Marco's legal wife for three years, Loraine had never received even the smallest measure of respect from him or his family.

Marco was constantly absorbed in his work and rarely returned home. On the rare occasions he was home, he always slept in a separate room from her.

And now, another woman was in his room, and Loraine was asked to turn a blind eye. Why?

After three years, all of her efforts, sacrifices, and expectations seemed to have turned into a cruel joke.

Loraine's eyes were empty as she tuned to Marco. "And what about me?"

Marco was running out of patience. "Enough with the drama. Keely needs to rest. So, what do you want-money or gifts? I'll make it up to you."

Loraine noticed the smug expression in Keely's eyes, and it was the final straw that broke her resolve.

"Marco, do you even care to know what I want? It's never been about money!"

With those words, Loraine walked away, overwhelmed by despair.

Marco watched her retreating figure. He felt irritated as he rubbed his temples. "Why is she acting like this today?"

Keely blinked and said softly, "She must be upset with me. Marco, I'll go apologize to her."

Loraine went back to her bedroom. With a heavy heart, she removed her meticulously selected nightwear and fell onto the bed, feeling completely numb.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

A small flicker of hope brightened Loraine's eyes.

Could it be Marco at the door?

Full of anticipation, Loraine leapt from her bed and swung open the door, only to be met by Keely's insincere face. The light of hope in her eyes immediately faded.

"What do you want?" she asked sharply.

Keely was blunt. "Ms. Torres, let's be clear. Despite your three-year marriage to Marco, he still loves me. I was undergoing treatment overseas and didn't think I'd survive, so I allowed the man I love to marry you. Now that I'm better, I hope you'll step back and allow Marco and me to be together. I think you should consider a divorce."

Loraine felt a deep surge of pain, but her pride prevented her from revealing any vulnerability.

"How can you, a mistress, have the audacity to say this? Doesn't it sound ridiculous to you?"

Keely's smile disappeared. "Loraine, watch your language. I am not a mistress. In matters of love, the one not loved is the mistress!"

Loraine scoffed in response, "In as much as I'm still married to him, I am Marco's wife, and you are the mistress."

Keely felt the sting of Loraine's words, and her expression darkened.

"Don't rejoice just yet. How about a bet? If something happens to me, do you think Marco will let you go free?" Keely's tone was threatening.

A chill of apprehension washed over Loraine.

"Keely, what are you planning to do?"

Without warning, Keely lunged at Loraine and hauled her forcefully toward the staircase.

Caught by surprise, Loraine was tightly held by Keely and she was unable to escape her grip.

"Marco, help! Loraine wants to kill me!" Keely screamed and clung to Loraine tightly, causing both of them to tumble wildly down the stairs.

Loraine couldn't break free in time and was dragged down alongside Keely.

After several rolls, Loraine landed hard on the floor.

Her head hit something hard, and blood immediately started to flow out.

Excruciating pain surged through her body, causing her vision to slowly blur.

Just before blacking out, Loraine saw Marco rushing towards them. He stepped indifferently past her, picked up Keely, and hurriedly carried Keely away, leaving her lying in a growing pool of blood...

In the hospital, a stern voice warned, "Miss, she's still very weak and needs rest. You can't enter!"

"Fuck off! I need to see Loraine!"

Disturbed by the noise, Loraine fought to open her eyes.

Loraine looked up to see Marina Bryant, Marco's younger sister, pushing past the nurse and charging towards her with an intense look in her eyes.

"Loraine, you are so vicious! Keely was just getting better, and you pushed her down the stairs! Marco will make you regret this!"

Loraine mustered what strength she had left and attempted to sit up. "I didn't push her, she pushed me!"

Marina scoffed at her claim. "Who's going to believe that nonsense? Why would Keely, with all her wealth, attack you? You're just jealous that Marco loves her, not you. You thought by hurting her, you'd somehow maintain your place as Mrs. Bryant. You're out of your mind!"

Loraine scrambled to find a way to clear her name and her thoughts whirled for any evidence of her innocence.

At that moment, Marco walked in. His face clouded over with anger. Loraine gazed at him with pleading eyes, as though he was her last hope.

"Marco, I didn't push Keely. Please believe me!"

Marco looked at Loraine with a cold glare. His face was set in a stern mask, and he sounded indifferent and unforgiving.

"Enough, Loraine. I don't want to hear any more excuses. You have to face the consequences of your actions. Keely's kidney is damaged and her condition is critical. As we speak, you're the only match for her..."

"Yes!" Marina burst out. "Since Keely's kidney is damaged, Loraine should make up for it with hers!"

Loraine's eyes shot open in shock.

Marina then called out to the bodyguards behind Marco, "Take her to the operating room!"

The guards quickly charged at Loraine and pinned her arms and legs.

"Let me go! You can't do this!" Loraine's cries fell on deaf ears. In desperation, she turned to her husband with pleading eyes. "Marco!"

Loraine held onto a fleeting hope that Marco would step in, but he remained distant and unmoved, seemingly giving his silent approval to Marina's drastic plan.

In that instant, Loraine felt her heart shatter.

Any love she had for him dissolved entirely, leaving nothing but emptiness behind.

From the beginning, their marriage had been a one-sided affair, with Loraine giving everything and receiving nothing in return. She meant absolutely nothing to him.

Marco believed every word Keely spoke as truth, while dismissing Loraine's words without a second thought.

This was the stark difference between love and indifference.

Loraine resolved that she would no longer depend on Marco.

"Fine! You all want me to give Keely a kidney, right? Then let me see for myself just how serious her injuries are!"

Fueled by rage, Loraine found a surge of strength to escape the guards' grasp. She dashed out of the room and raced towards the emergency room.

She flung open the door.

Indeed, Keely was on the operating table, but contrary to Marco's dramatic declarations, she was awake and alert. There she was, merely looking pale but otherwise visibly unharmed.

Loraine turned around. With a sneer, she mocked Marco, who was running after her, "Is this the 'severe injury' you spoke of?"

Marco caught up and glanced into the emergency room. His expression immediately turned to a frown.

As the tide turned against her, Keely feebly murmured with tears in her eyes, "Marco, why is she here? I'm terrified..."

Marco, feeling a rush of emotion, reached out to stop Loraine. "Enough, Loraine."

However, Loraine was no longer willing to listen to him. She dodged Marco's attempt, moved directly toward the operating table, then lifted her hand and firmly slapped Keely across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed loudly throughout the emergency room.

Keely's cheek puffed up immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, Loraine lifted Keely's hospital gown.

Underneath, there was no deep wound, just a bruise.

Upon seeing this, Marco's expression turned grim.

Loraine had deduced that even if Keely intended to fake an injury, she wouldn't have inflicted anything severe on herself. Since Keely had fallen on Loraine, it was unlikely she was severely injured.

"What the hell is going on here?" Marco asked coldly in anger.

He wasn't naive; he could tell there was something off about this supposed injury.

Keely's face drained of color, and she hurried to defend herself. "I... I don't know. I passed out after Loraine pushed me. I just woke up. It must have been a mistake in the doctor's diagnosis!"

"A mistake? If I hadn't figured out your scheme, I might have been on that table, losing a kidney for no reason," Loraine laughed bitterly.

"You're spewing rubbish!" Keely, looking frantic, turned to Marco for backing. "Marco, don't listen to her! She was the one who pushed me!"

Marco gave Keely a telling look, which unsettled her, and then he turned his attention to Loraine.

"I will look into this thoroughly and give you an explanation," he promised Loraine. "After that, whatever you want will be provided to you."

Loraine gazed at the man she had once loved with all her heart, but now she felt nothing.

What she had longed for so deeply, Marco had always refused to offer even a bit of it. His promise of compensation held no value to her anymore.

Loraine sneered, "There'll be no need for that. All I want now is a divorce from you!"

Marco stared at her in disbelief, as if she was a different person.

It was the first time in three years that he had truly looked at her.

But Loraine didn't care. She turned and walked away, not looking back once.

The moment she stepped out of the hospital, Loraine's body faltered.

Her assertive demeanor moments ago was just a facade. She had drained all her energy.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Shortly after, a black Lincoln pulled up in front of Loraine, and a good-looking man in a suit came out of the car.

Immediately Loraine caught sight of him, her strength gave out and she collapsed backwards.

The man quickly stepped forward, caught her, and held her in his arms.

Loraine cried out, "Uncle Rowan..." before she lost consciousness in his arms.

In the hospital, the air felt eerily still, as if it had solidified.

Following the recent chaos, everyone was subjected to Marco's fury.

Keely's doctor shook, overwhelmed by fear.

"A ruptured kidney? Require a kidney transplant?" Marco flung the medical report to the floor and said coldly, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

Sweat trickled down the doctor's forehead as he stammered. He found it difficult to provide a clear explanation.

Without missing a beat, Marco laid down an ultimatum.

"If you can't properly diagnose something like this, you have no business being a doctor!" Marco snapped.

The doctor's hands shook as he grasped the gravity of the situation. This was not an issue to take lightly. Marco's words made it clear he might be blacklisted from working in any hospital again.

Shaking with terror, he eventually confessed, "Mr. Bryant, Miss Haywood instructed me to do it... I promise it won't happen again. Please, just give me another chance..."

"Leave!"

At Marco's words, the bodyguards promptly ushered the doctor out.

Marco then fixed a cold stare on the pale-faced Keely. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "So, it was you after all."

Keely shook with fear. "Marco, I never meant for it to go this far. It was Loraine-she was jealous of your kindness towards me and took it out on me. I... I just lost my temper and wanted to show her she couldn't treat me that way..."

"Enough!" Marco cut her off, unwilling to listen further. "A kidney transplant to teach a lesson? Keely, it looks like I've been too soft on you!"

As the tide turned against Keely, tears streamed down her face and she desperately begged, "Marco, I admit I was wrong! I was just too afraid. With Jorge gone, I felt alone, and my health has always been weak. I feared you'd forget about me once you were married... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Marco's tone softened slightly at the sight of Keely's tears.

"I made a promise to Jorge to look after you, and I intend to keep it."

However, just as Keely began to relax, Marco added, "But remember, Loraine is my wife. Don't cross her again. Ensure this doesn't repeat itself."

Keely stood frozen.

"Marco, how can a woman like Loraine be worthy of being your wife? She's humiliated you over and over for three years. Do you really want to stay with her? Besides, she even mentioned divorcing you..."

"My marriage is none of your business," Marco replied coldly, cutting her off. "Rest and think about what you've done."

With a cold air, Marco walked out of the room, but the clear image of Loraine's resolute departure lingered in his mind, unsettling him.

Loraine's mention of divorce had taken Marco by surprise. He didn't see that coming.

He had never considered ending their marriage.

He had married Loraine simply because he needed a wife.

Loraine grew up in the countryside. Girls with her kind of isolated and poor background were the easiest to control.

For the past three years, Loraine had been compliant and docile, fitting the role of Mrs. Bryant exactly as Marco intended.

Marco thought that perhaps keeping his marriage wasn't such a poor decision after all.

Now, with Loraine considering divorce over the situation with Keely, he decided it was time to clear the air and reconcile with her.

With resolve, Marco called one of his subordinates and instructed, "Bring Loraine back, ensure her safety, and deposit five million dollars to her account."

However, the subordinate faltered, causing Marco to scowl.

"Just say it!"

Visibly tensed, the subordinate disclosed. "After Mrs. Bryant left the hospital, she was picked up by a strange man in a luxurious car..."

"What?"

Marco's brow furrowed and his hands balled into fists.

He sensed that things were slipping out of his control.

He muttered under his breath, "Find her and bring her back to me!"

Gradually, Loraine's eyes fluttered open again.

This time, when she awoke, she wasn't isolated in a hospital room but found herself in a cozy, luxurious room.

"After three years, now you return? You got yourself in this trouble over a man."

A familiar voice reached her ears, prompting Loraine to turn her head drowsily.

Sitting at the edge of the bed was a tall, strong-looking man with a strikingly handsome face. He gave off the vibe of a concealed weapon-powerful but controlled.

Upon seeing him, tears streamed down Loraine's face.

"Uncle Rowan, I made a huge mistake. I left home and caused you all pain over someone who didn't deserve it. I'm sorry..."

Rowan Torres, the highest-ranking officer in the army, visibly softened when he saw his beloved niece in tears. He wrapped Loraine in a comforting embrace and soothed her gently. "It's okay. What matters is you're here now."

Rowan said in a gentle tone, "Lorrie, your parents passed away so suddenly, leaving you alone in the countryside. Remember, you are our family's cherished treasure. We won't stand by and let anyone harm you!"

Just then, a dignified older man with gray hair walked in. This was Aldo Torres, the head of the Universe Group. This group was the leading enterprise in Vagow.

"Why the tears? Lorrie, you're the princess of our family, and someday, all our billions of dollars will be yours. If anyone dares to trouble you, you trouble them right back!"