Tipping The Billionaire: His Runaway Lover

Chapter 6

Word Count: 763 | Released on: 13/05/2026

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igh. The terrified, desperate girl who had fled this city was dead. In her place stood a seasoned Wall Street executive, her eyes sharp and unyielding. Eight years of

irmly gripped a

ailored miniature navy suit and dark aviator sunglasses. He pushed a s

lida said, checking her

erry lollipop into his mouth. He scanned the bustli

se, the temperature see

erate pace of a king. He leaned heavily on a custom silver-headed cane. A phala

ated by the sheer aura of wealth an

with the VIP waiting area w

rds stepped slightly to the side to avoid a lugga

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ide his jacket, his hand resting on the grip of his con

lollipop. His small, deli

ly pulled down his aviator sunglasses, le

odyguard's eyes. His gaze was freezing, carrying a wei

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nded on Dam

t. The old man's hand clamped down on

ose. The pitch-black eyes that looked at t

ctly what Jax looked l

inst his ribs. He took a shaky step forward,

er phone call. She spun around, instantly se

eways, placing her body entirely between Damio

river, jogged up, out of breath

n't look at Ephriam. She grabbed Damion

cked his path. By the time he shoved them aside, Alida and Damion

ar pulled away, merging seamlessly

on the terminal flo

d bodyguard as

Find that car. Find out who that woman is. I want ev

e glanced at the rearview mirror, watchin

uards. He turned to his mother, his voice dropping its childish innocence for a brief, chilling second. "Mom, that old man with the cane-he looked

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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."”