Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

Chapter 5

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against the wide Italian leather sofa with his long legs st

veled and his shirt collar unbuttoned. A pounding headache from the long hours of negotiation sti

an urgent call from the London office, and in his hurry he had l

e foyer as something colli

gray-blue eyes snap

o one is allowed

apologetic voice, a soft,

oot across the Persian carpet. Before Fulton could rise, the

palm landing against a bare, feverishly hot shoulder. The smo

side the floor-to-ceiling windows, illu

lushed cheeks, and dilated dark eyes s

as the runaway bride he had drop

back of her slender neck, his thumb

e? Judd? Or those old foxes tr

r slender arms coming up to wrap tightly around his shoulders. Rubbing her b

don't push

le. Fulton's frame went rigid, his throat bobbin

ders with force, try

ho I am. You can't afford

es fixing on his cold face with reckless def

just take money to do the job

ulous dark fury ignitin

say? You think

rged upward and pressed her soft, des

ic hands seized his tie, yanking open his shirtfront until

een the burning Scotch in his veins and the intoxicating gardenia sc

nd the nape of her neck, Fulton seized control of the kiss, rolling h

on of a second, his voice r

Don't regret it when

f his bare back as the storm outside lashed t

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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?"”