Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

Chapter 6

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ht slipped through the gap in the fl

f Egyptian cotton sheets smelling

headache pounding behind her temples while every

d her fingertips brushed

file inches away. Messy black hair fell across his forehead, an

r mind-her tearing off his buttons, her calli

back a scream, her fingers shaking violently. To escape her drugged state and ruined

a low breath in his sleep, h

d off the edge of the mattress. As soon as her bare feet touched the floor, her knees bu

remains of her couture weddin

from the night before, and threw it on. She buttoned it all the way up, the hem b

or, she unzipped it with trembling hands and

two crumpled hundred-dollar bill

and fifty do

for her years ago and told her to keep secret, no matter what happened. There was enough on it to book a flight out of the cou

t the man sleeping on the bed. Even unconscious,

f Noir's gold-trimmed stationery, and scribbled across it with a sha

e three bills and the note down on the cente

scular arm across the mattress. Finding the space besid

hing her bag, she bolted barefoot to the suite door, tur

vy fire exit door and ran down the cold concret

hot tears finally stung her eyes. She wiped her face roughly with the

Airport,

, thirty floors above in Suite 308, Fult

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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?"”