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Ruby Clark ran from her evil stepmother and her plans to get her dead father's inheritance. She found herself in a warehouse that was being owned by badboy Jaylon Cunning. Jaylon needed Ruby to make his dying father happy by settling down before he dies from cancer. Jaylon found out why Ruby agreed to the terms of the marriage when he moved up the timeline for their marriage to protect her due to his connections by making her his wife. Will they learn to love each other or will their marriage be filled with regrets? How will they deal with the challenges that is throw in their way as they learn about each other?

Chapter 1 Runaway

Chapter One

I hid in the rafters as the police searched the grounds for me. I am in a split keeping my balance on the beams as the flashlights goes behind the dark areas of the warehouse that I am using to hid in. It is a better way to blend in with the environment.

A man walked into the warehouse when he growled, "May I ask what is going on here? This is private property."

The man was tall with dark clean-cut hair with a five-clock shadow. He had an expensive suit on as if he has money and a lot of it. One of the police officers walked over to him, "Sorry, Mr. Cunning. Didn't realize this was one of your property."

The man tilted his head towards me as he asked with a grin on his face, "What is this about?" God please, don't say anything. The officer sighed as I closed my eyes, "A Runaway." I snorted silently to myself. Yeah, right. A Runaway.

I am freaken twenty-year-old. The reason why I am being looked like a runaway is because of my evil stepmother is trying to make me marry a man I don't know because she hates me.

The man turned his head towards the door, "As you can see your runaway isn't here." Oh, thank god. Maybe he didn't see me after all. The officer nodded as he whistle, "She not here. Let's move it." Another officer walked over as he sighed, "But sir, we saw her run in here." Mr. Cunning held out his hands to his side when let out a growl, "Obviously, she isn't here."

The officer shook his head as they the whole force walked out of the warehouse. The one that was talking Mr. Cunning patted Mr. Cunning on his shoulder, "If you find someone hang around that shouldn't be, please give me a call. Her mom is pretty worry about her."

I shook my head as Mr. Cunning tilted his head to me as I mentally slapped my forehead, don't fall for that poor mom act. That woman is evil. Evil, I tell you.

He gave a grin then looked back at the officer, "I will make sure to keep an eye out for the child." The officer nodded as they both left the warehouse.

I took a big sighed as I waited to make sure that everyone is gone when I heard footsteps. Shit. I am in the most uncomfortable positions to be able to hid away.

Mr. Cunning walked back into the warehouse with an apple in one hand and a knife in another hand.

He leaned against the wall as he chuckled and placed the knife through the apple then sliced it. He held the slice for a moment before popping the slice into his mouth. Why does he looks so sexy eating an apple like that? I shook my head as I closed my eyes as he whistle, "Here kitty, kitty."

I tilted my head; wait he has a cat. Awe. Where this kitty?

Mr. Cunning lifted off the wall as he walked towards the middle of the warehouse as he tilted his head towards me as he tsked placing the knife into the apple to cut another slice, "Come on Kitty, come down. It gets pretty cold out here at night. I wouldn't want your pretty head to freeze."

Wait, is he calling me kitty?

He finds me pretty.

What the hell, why do I care about if he finds me pretty?

I shook my head as I am not moving. If he didn't see me then I am not giving up my location. I am not going back to that awful home and to that evil woman to have me married off.

Not happening.

He shook his head as he slid the slice into his mouth then placed the knife into the apple then placed it on a box. He walked to the door, "Have a good night, Kitty." He walked out then shut the door.

I gave it a few moments before I swung my legs around to have them sway off of the beams. I took a deep breath as I can finally move my legs again. I mean come on that hurts. Okay, I took gymnastics, and I am extremely flexible. I can placed myself into a pretzel if I wanted to.

I sway my legs a couple times then threw myself to the floor. I tucked my head as I rolled on the ground then on to my feet. I swiped the dust off of my jeans then went to the door.

No... No... No...

It is locked.

Shit.

I spent three hours trying to find away to get out of this place as I ate the apple. I was going crazy. I needed out of here. I banged my hands on the door as I couldn't get it open.

I pulled my sweater around me as the cold air settled in. Fuck. He was right, it gets cold in here. I walked over to the corner as I slid down the wall then placed my head on my knees as tears went down my face. What was I thinking. I should have took my chance with Mr. Cunning.

I wonder who he is. Why didn't the cops question him more? Why didn't he give me up? I know he saw me. He calling me Kitty.

I shivered from the cold as the door opened when a blanket was thrown into the warehouse. I got up when I ran to the door when I yelled, "No. Don't shut it again." The door slammed as my fist hit the door, "NO."

My tears ran down my face as I turned around then leaned my head against the door. I slid down the door as I cried, What the hell am I going to do now? Why is he making me stay here?

I got up and grabbed the blanket and threw it around me and went back to the door. I laid my head against the door as I sat on the floor. If the door is going to open again then I was going to be right here and take off when it opens.

My eyes started to get heavy as I felt myself sliding down as I fell asleep.

Do I hear a bird?

I opened my eyes as there is a bird right next to me. I lifted it up as I squint my eyes as I saw a small hole in the roof. I tilted my head, can I fit through that? I got up as I jumped back up to a beams like I did last time.

I carefully placed my feet on the beams as I slid my feet across to the hole. I pulled myself up as I tried to lifted over when I slipped when I started to fall.

Shit.

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