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The Runaway Heiress And Her Monster

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 561    |    Released on: 08/05/2026

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et. She turned away from the restrooms and wa

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dead end. She turned back. Her

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d her body into a dark alcove i

the room. She wore th

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leaned out of the doorwa

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to the girl. She w

ad twelve dollars. She was hiding from billionai

tear slipped down her cheek

wall, moving away

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ed faster. She reached out her h

t from the dark cor

mouth and nose. The smell of c

ror. A massive force yanked her ba

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The Runaway Heiress And Her Monster
The Runaway Heiress And Her Monster
“With twelve dollars in my bank account and a freezing apartment, my friend forced me into a velvet dress to attend an exclusive underground party for free food. But the night quickly turned into a nightmare when a drunk thug attacked me, nearly strangling me to death in a dark hallway. Just as my lungs burned for air, a terrifying man stepped out of the shadows and shattered my attacker's bones. He was Axel Carrillo, the billionaire owner of the club. But instead of feeling safe, my blood ran cold. His dark, dead eyes perfectly mirrored the wealthy monster who had abused and locked me in a basement years ago. He trapped me in his VIP room, surrounding me with the elite crowd that openly mocked my poverty. I didn't understand why this ruthless billionaire was looking at me like a predator watching its prey. I had barely escaped the nightmare of the rich once; I wasn't going to let another powerful man own my life. Faking a twisted ankle, I stumbled forward, falling directly into his chest. In less than a second, I expertly slipped the thick money clip and custom leather wallet from his pocket, grabbed my broken stilettos, and ran blindly into the freezing night. I used his crisp hundred-dollar bills to pay my overdue rent, locking his silver-crested wallet in my desk drawer. What I didn't know was that Axel had let me steal it, smiling in the dark as he whispered to his security. "Let her keep the bait."”