Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 436: Taylor came to Voilet rescue

Their victims?

Too many women to count.

Some hadn’t even reached adulthood.

But money and influence had buried every scandal—until now.

The victims’ families were instead persecuted—some forced to flee the capital, others vanishing without a trace.

People like them—the world wouldn’t miss a few less.

The men standing in place were momentarily blinded by the headlights.

By the time they realized the car was speeding toward them, their souls nearly left their bodies.

Frozen like logs, they couldn’t react in time.

Voilet’s pupils trembled in shock, her arms instinctively tightening around Nora, who lay on the ground.

**"SCREECH—!"**

With the piercing shriek of brakes, the three men at the outermost edge were hurled through the air like projectiles before crashing down with sickening thuds.

The remaining men collapsed where they stood, their eyes bulging in sheer terror.

Used to throwing their weight around in the capital, they had never imagined someone even more ruthless—someone who’d dare hit them down without hesitation.

Just who the hell was in that car?

Voilet’s gaze lifted toward the parked Pagani, an inexplicable swirl of emotions rising in her chest. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Could it be... him?

The door swung open, and a tall, lean figure stepped out.

Thud.

The car door swung open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out.

The man was strikingly handsome, exuding an air of refined elegance.

His charcoal-gray trousers were impeccably pressed, the kind of flawless tailoring that screamed luxury.

Even standing motionless, he radiated an aura of effortless superiority, as if the world naturally bent to his will.

Logan and the others gaped at him in shock, a nagging sense of familiarity tugging at their minds.

They’d seen that face before—more than once.

Their brains scrambled to place him.

Taylor lifted his gaze, his calm eyes sweeping over the group before settling on Voilet.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, her delicate features seemed hazy, almost dreamlike.

For the briefest moment, his expression flickered, as if he were seeing someone from a distant past.

But just as quickly, his gaze cooled again.

His handsome face betrayed no emotion, as detached as if he were looking at a stranger.

Nora, still reeling from the slap, finally snapped out of her daze and stared at the man in disbelief.

"Voilet, is that... Taylor?!"

No matter what, this man had essentially saved them.

Voilet bit her lip hard, her eyes red-rimmed as she stared silently at Taylor.

She knew she looked a mess right now—she didn’t want him to see her like this.

Yet every fiber of her being seemed drawn to him, her gaze helplessly locked onto his figure.

It was as if every nerve in her body was attuned to his presence, completely beyond her control.

The wind lifted strands of her hair, brushing lightly against her pale, tear-streaked cheeks.

Inside the car, Calvin took a slow drag of his cigarette, his sharp, dark eyes fixed on Voilet with little warmth.

To an outsider, it might have looked like Taylor was the one who had dumped her.

Meanwhile, the men who hadn’t been hit by the car finally recognized Taylor’s identity.

"I remember now—that’s Taylor!!"

"Taylor?

The current heir of the Taylor family?"

"That’s him!!"

The man’s voice was laced with sudden realization—and poorly concealed fear.

"I saw him at a banquet with my parents, but I was too far away at the time.

Didn’t recognize him right away."

"But I heard," Logan snapped out of his shock, his face pale with fear.

"that the Taylor family’s heir was frail and mild-mannered?"

Running people over with a car—yeah, real *mild-mannered*.

The others remained silent, their expressions growing grimmer by the second.

They liked to have fun, but they weren’t idiots.

Their proud families might seem untouchable to ordinary people, but in the eyes of powerhouses like the Calvins, the Taylors or the Luthers, they were barely worth a glance.

Besides, they weren’t exactly key figures in their own families.

There was almost no chance their relatives would risk offending Taylor just for their sake.

Today, they were well and truly screwed.

But why would someone like Taylor suddenly meddle in their affairs?

Their suspicious gazes shifted to Voilet.

Could this woman have some connection to him?

Had they just kicked a hornet’s nest?

As if confirming their suspicions, Taylor strode toward Voilet with deliberate, unhurried steps, his long legs carrying him effortlessly across the distance.

"Are you okay?"

Taylor looked at Voilet and Nora as he spoke, his tone neither cold nor distant—just utterly indifferent.

Voilet raised her head, her slightly moist eyes fixed unwaveringly on Taylor.

For days, she had tried everything to see him.

Yet he had avoided her at every turn.

Never did she expect they would meet again like this—so abruptly, so unexpectedly.

A pang of sorrow rose in her chest, and tears threatened to spill, but she clenched her jaw, forcing them back.

Nora glanced at Voilet before pushing herself up from the ground.

"I’ll go sit over there. You two talk."

Whatever was between these two, it wasn’t her place to interfere.

Taylor regarded Voilet with detached calm, his voice steady.

"Do you need help getting up?"

"No, I—I’m fine,"

Voilet snapped back to reality, flustered, eager to hide her vulnerability as she scrambled to stand.

But her legs, numb from crouching too long, refused to cooperate—she couldn’t muster an ounce of strength.

The moment she stood up, she pitched forward uncontrollably.

Just as Voilet thought she was about to make a fool of herself in front of Taylor, a strong, slender arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her before she could fall.

A crisp, refreshing scent—completely at odds with the man’s demeanor—enveloped her.

The familiar fragrance made her heart clench, and for a fleeting moment, she felt as though she had been transported back to the past.

"Taylor—"

"Not a hand to steady you, but an embrace?" His detached voice rang out just as he withdrew his arm.

"Miss Violet, your tricks haven’t changed one bit."

Though his smooth, deep voice remained even, the mockery in his words was unmistakable.

She flinched, her face paling further with humiliation.

"It wasn’t on purpose," she said, her fingers digging into her palms as she struggled to keep her composure.

But the growing redness around her eyes betrayed her emotions.

"I’m sorry."

Her moon-white gown, flowing down to her ankles, swayed gently in the evening breeze, accentuating her delicate, almost fragile frame.

Taylor studied her intently, the corner of his lips curling into a faint, nearly imperceptible smirk.

"Looking at you like this, Miss Violet, anyone would think I’ve been the one mistreating you."