A Dollar Tip For The Ruthless Billionaire

Author: JANICE KELLEY

Chapter 1

Word Count: 629 | Released on: Today at 14:47

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idn't waste a glance over her shoulder. She slipped past the outer archway, her pulse

including the private vintage poured specifically for her. One sip was all she had taken before the heavy, unnatural heat coiled in her chest, blurring the edg

er wind whipping off the Hudson bit through the velvet, shock-freezing her bare calves and cutting

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A Dollar Tip For The Ruthless Billionaire

JANICE KELLEY Billionaires

“I was the legitimate daughter of the Gray family, surviving by acting like a timid, freckled outcast to appease my stepmother and my fiancé, Victor Sinclair. But at the charity gala, the two people I was supposed to trust the most drugged my champagne. They paid thugs to ruin my innocence, all just to steal my late mother's trust fund. Cornered on the sixty-eighth floor, I had no choice but to leap across the freezing balcony. I crashed into a neighboring penthouse, accidentally falling into the arms of Jeremie Stafford, the ruthless billionaire ruler of Wall Street. Driven out of my mind by the drug, I dragged the most dangerous man in New York into bed. When I woke up, my body was aching, and the blood on the sheets mocked my tragic fate. Returning home in my ugly disguise, my fiancé grabbed my bruised arm and looked at me with pure disgust. He cursed me for disappearing, threatening to ruin me, all while secretly laundering my family's assets with my stepmother. I didn't understand how they could be so vicious, treating me like absolute garbage while leeching off my mother's legacy. But they didn't know I wasn't the helpless idiot they thought I was. I had just left the furious billionaire a mocking one-dollar tip, fried his entire hotel server in seconds, and silently copied the evidence of Victor's crimes. "Jump while you still can, Victor. Your funeral is in two days."”