The Billionaire's Fifty Dollar Runaway Bride

Author: Leo Fairchild

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1036 | Released on: Today at 17:50

ger, Miss Foster.

a cold leather examination chair, the paper gown crinkling with every shallow breath she took. A wave of dizziness, a lingering gift from the

dable mask. She held up a small tube of Chloe's blood. "The Blackb

she was being forced to marry, the heir to the Blackburn fortune, was a ghost, a monster whispered

ent," Jenna had sneered, enjoying every word. "And they say h

fog. A monster. She wasn't just being sold; she was b

ng a hand to her forehead. "Could I please use the

burly men in dark suits standing guard outside the fros

said, her tone sharp. "Do

ibcage. She twisted the lock, the metallic snick sounding like a gunshot in the silent, tiled room. Her eyes darted around, se

ed the door. "Miss

eet slipping on the porcelain. She braced a hand against the cold, tiled wall, stretching, her

door, Mi

ndow swung outward with a soft groan. A blast of cool, damp city air hit her

an along the building, connecting to what looked like the priva

e scrambled through the small opening, the rough metal frame tearing at the flimsy paper gown and scraping a r

hrown open behind her. She c

ajar. With no other choice, she slipped through

scent of expensive whiskey and the faint, lingering smell of cigar smoke. Holding her breath, she tip

oom when a voice cut through the si

eep armchair, the orange glow of a cigar tip flaring briefly in the darkness. He rose to his feet, a predator unfold

ht peeking through the curtains outlined a perfectly

tammered, her voice thin and shaky. "My room key stopped wo

is chest. He didn't believ

icture of a young woman with wide, frightened eyes-the same woman standing before him, disheveled and tre

to the desperate, defiant woman in front of him. A slow, preda

hallway outside reached them. Chloe's face went white. Panic

spiratorial hush. "You have to help me. Those men out there... they wor

r own intended, hopin

ardened into something colder, something far more interesting. He took another step forw

is voice a silken threat.

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Leo Fairchild Romance

“To save my dying grandmother, my stepfamily forced me to marry the Blackburn heir, a man rumored to be a crippled, twisted monster. Desperate to escape the pre-marital medical exam, I climbed out a bathroom window and stumbled into an adjacent hotel suite. I begged the powerful stranger inside to help me, unbuttoning his shirt and snapping fake photos to trick my pursuing guards into thinking we were having an affair. But the stranger didn't just play along. He turned my lie against me, taking my innocence as the brutal price for his "services." Humiliated and broken, I left a single fifty-dollar bill on his nightstand as a final insult before fleeing. But my brief freedom was crushed when my stepsister caught me and dragged me straight to the Blackburn estate for the wedding. The ceremony happened without a groom. My crippled husband was supposedly confined to his sickbed in the East Wing. I thought I was finally safe, hiding in my solitary gilded cage, praying the monster I married would just rot away in his room. But that night, the shadows in my heavily guarded bedroom shifted. The stranger from the hotel stood over my bed, his eyes burning with a cold, possessive fury over that fifty-dollar bill. "You think your invalid husband is going to protect you?" As he pinned me down and my vision went black from the struggle, a terrifying realization hit me. I hadn't escaped the monster at all. I had just paid the real devil fifty dollars to own me.”