The Billionaire's Fifty Dollar Runaway Bride

Chapter 2

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raped over a chair and slipping it on. Her eyes then fell on a sleek smartphone left on a side table. Without thinking, she snatched it up, clutching it as she tried to step back, but her bare should

insides were a knot of terror. "I can pay you. W

life. "Sir," Cole's voice whispered from a world away, "the Fo

ptible shake of his head. Th

es echoed from the hallway, closer now. "Ch

he man's shadowed face, her desperation overriding her fear. "Please," she be

ire of her own slander. "The man I'm supposed to marry... the Blackburn heir...

jolt of cold fury through Damien. He masked it perfectly,

sound vibrating through her. "Th

ng about money. The only thing her family had

atch on her arm with his thumb. The touch was electric, a spark of danger that made her flinc

rd body. The breath was knocked from her lungs. He was all muscle and heat, an immovable wall o

, piercing sound that made h

arm. He shifted his body, partially shielding her from the d

red from the other side. "We're looking fo

blocking the view into the room. He scowled with pr

he opulent suite behind him, stammered an apology but held his gro

tinct, she reached up from behind Damien, smearing her lipstick with the back of

e sleek smartphone, switched it to the front-facing camera, and angled

imitation of a lover interrupted, "let's

pause. The corner of his mouth twitched.

didn't look like a kidnapping. It looked like they'd

still there. She looked up at the stranger, her voice a bare

, if clumsy, attempt at seduction to get what she wanted. He studied her, his dark eyes unreada

owered his head, his nose almost brushing

, but the intensity in his eyes felt terrifyingly real.

wn shirt, but to her lips, his thumb brushing over the smeared lipstick. The gesture

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The Billionaire's Fifty Dollar Runaway Bride

Leo Fairchild Romance

“To save my dying grandmother, my stepfamily forced me to marry the Blackburn heir, a man rumored to be a crippled, twisted monster. Desperate to escape the pre-marital medical exam, I climbed out a bathroom window and stumbled into an adjacent hotel suite. I begged the powerful stranger inside to help me, unbuttoning his shirt and snapping fake photos to trick my pursuing guards into thinking we were having an affair. But the stranger didn't just play along. He turned my lie against me, taking my innocence as the brutal price for his "services." Humiliated and broken, I left a single fifty-dollar bill on his nightstand as a final insult before fleeing. But my brief freedom was crushed when my stepsister caught me and dragged me straight to the Blackburn estate for the wedding. The ceremony happened without a groom. My crippled husband was supposedly confined to his sickbed in the East Wing. I thought I was finally safe, hiding in my solitary gilded cage, praying the monster I married would just rot away in his room. But that night, the shadows in my heavily guarded bedroom shifted. The stranger from the hotel stood over my bed, his eyes burning with a cold, possessive fury over that fifty-dollar bill. "You think your invalid husband is going to protect you?" As he pinned me down and my vision went black from the struggle, a terrifying realization hit me. I hadn't escaped the monster at all. I had just paid the real devil fifty dollars to own me.”