Tipping The Billionaire: His Runaway Lover

Chapter 4

Word Count: 790 | Released on: 13/05/2026

through the gap in the heavy blackout c

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arp, pulling soreness radiated throu

pped her

obbed with a dull, bruised ache. She instinctively pulled her arms down, realizing that the silk tie that had bound

cal blow to the stomach. The club

bs like a trapped bird. She slow

His broad, muscular back was exposed, the skin

d absolute, wa

erself not to make a sound. She carefully lifted the

violently, threatening to give out. She grabbed th

shifted, letting

ld her breath. She waited until his brea

the door. She tiptoed over, snatched it up, and pulled it over h

run when a thou

ruised by Deron's betrayal and Belva's cruelty, flared up. She

cked back into the side pocket-he must have returned it. In her m

sk near the window. She picked up a h

ok slightly

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on the nightstand right next to his head, and sm

n't bother putting them on

the carpeted hallway to the elevator. She jammed the lobby

ater, the man in

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d, expecting to pull the warm, s

et empty,

is sharp eyes swept th

. His gaze locked

sat on top of a piec

ng the paper from the wood. He read the

ge skills. Like an

the room

n in his neck bulged against his skin. His j

ho controlled billions, had just been paid off wit

adulterated fury t

ng bone-white. He swung his leg out of bed and kicked the heavy ma

the landline

ice vibrating with lethal rage. "Pull every camera feed. Nobod

econds later, freezing at the sight of the destroyed room

y below. "Find her," he whispered, a

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Tipping The Billionaire: His Runaway Lover

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“Alida caught her boyfriend in bed with another woman, only to discover a frat house contract on his nightstand. Her love and submission had been nothing but a fifty-thousand-dollar bet. She extorted the check from him to pay for her dying father's surgery, then went to a club to drink away the brutal betrayal. But her malicious stepsister secretly drugged her drink, planning to sell her to an underground thug to pay off a debt. Burning from the chemical mix and running on pure terror, Alida escaped into a VIP hallway and crashed straight into a wall of solid muscle. Desperate and out of her mind, she slapped the fifty-thousand-dollar check against the handsome stranger's chest. "I'm buying you for the night." She had no idea the man she just bought was Jax Vaughn, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire tyrant of Wall Street. The next morning, Alida fled the penthouse, leaving behind a single crumpled hundred-dollar bill and a humiliating note. "Service fee. Average skills. Like an uncivilized beast." Seven years later, Alida returned to New York, holding the hand of her genius seven-year-old son who possessed the exact same pitch-black eyes as the billionaire. She thought her past was buried forever, safely hidden away from the monster she had insulted. But her father's mounting medical bills forced her to accept a high-paying executive interview at Vaughn Enterprises. In the middle of the grand lobby, she stepped right into a familiar, terrifying chest. Jax Vaughn's iron grip locked onto her wrist, recognizing her scent instantly, his eyes burning with seven years of obsessive, murderous rage. "You."”