A Dollar Tip For The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 3

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ia dropped the act. She lunged, scooped the black silk shir

the front. The wide

rustle of silk. His gaze sha

his phone and the keycard in one motion. The phone was hi

pocket. Her fingers closed on something cold that still held her body heat-a one-dollar co

nd came off the bed-tall, nak

like a big cat off a ledge, in no hurry a

flicked her wrist and tos

le at his bare feet

ely passed." Her voice was flat, the way you'd

ntil the muscle stood out. He moved a hundred billion dollars of other people's mo

h, woman." He lunged, h

sensor. Both locks clicked back. She slipped through the gap, then reached

The lock threw itself home, and

The dark closed over him. He drove his fist into

nd dragged it on. Then she ran, barefoot, down the carpet toward the fire stairs. He wouldn't chase her thirty floo

elt his way to the bedside land

al the bui

rs, Mr. Stafford." Colin Sullivan-his

e." Jeremie bit the words off one at a ti

s on a security protocol and ha

f the marble. His knuckles went white around it. "Wh

into a housekeeping linen closet. She scraped her hair back into a high ponytail

nevenly, seams reversed, looking like a cheap knockoff instead of bespoke luxury. She snagged a hotel maintenance cap off

rvice hall, she walked in with her chin do

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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."”