Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

Chapter 2

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tell the press it was a

lip, used his pulling momentum to pivot, and drove her b

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rembling woman sprawled at his feet, on the bloodstain on her arm and th

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on the hood. His face went pale, and he frantic

ed his long index finger onc

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Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

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“Janell Scott stood at the altar of Rockefeller Center, ready to marry Judd Alvarado to save her family's struggling business. Before they could exchange rings, the giant LED screen broadcasted a video of Judd sleeping with a notorious socialite, his voice mocking Janell as a mere tool. Instead of defending her, her cold-blooded father demanded she swallow the humiliation and finish the wedding just to secure a corporate loan. Disgusted, Janell smashed her bouquet into Judd's face, canceled the engagement, and fled. In retaliation, her father publicly disowned her and stripped her of her mother's trust fund. Later that night, secretly drugged by her vicious stepsister at a nightclub, a desperate Janell stumbled into a penthouse and slept with a stranger to survive the heat. The next morning, mistaking the terrifyingly handsome man for a club escort, she left a $250 tip and a note mocking his "average skills" before fleeing to London. For four years, she raised her genius son alone, burying the trauma of being sold out by her own flesh and blood. She finally returned to New York, vowing to crush the toxic family that threw her to the wolves and take back everything they stole. But on her first night back, a towering figure surrounded by bodyguards blocked her path at a Wall Street mixer. The ruthless billionaire titan, Fulton Frederick, stared down at her with lethal, ice-cold eyes. "Miss Janell Scott, wasn't the tip you left four years ago a little too cheap?"”