The Billionaire's Fifty Dollar Runaway Bride

Chapter 8

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his expensive leather shoes silent on the thick Persian rug. A single, dim lamp on the nightstand cas

eep, she looked younger, almost innocent. The sigh

's events in his mind. The fifty-dollar bill. The empty

er her for a moment before he slowly, deliberately, placed it over her throat. He di

ped Chloe from her sleep. Her eyes flew open, wide with primal terror.

ied scream escap

and and flicked on the wall sconce, flooding t

hloe's brain finally proces

mered against her ribs so hard she thought it

zing her. "You," she gasped, scrambling backwards until he

ss. There were guards, cameras, s

rest. He slowly began to unfasten the cuffs of his shir

re?" he asked, his voi

ind of fear and confusion. "Who a

his eyes glinting in the lamplig

I don't owe you anything." She tried to deny

. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper that made her skin crawl. "Fifty dolla

e crashing down on her. He was throwing her

mentarily eclipsed by a wave of pure, una

't know about? Some secret lover of a Blackburn? Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was certain: she never, not for a

Is it money you want? I'll get you money. Just tell me how

nished from Damien's eyes, replaced by a chilling cold. This, a

her chin, forcing her to look at him. His gr

t?" she cried, her vo

ing down the line of her throat to the thin silk of her nigh

a possessive fire. "I want you," he

wasn't over. It had followed her home. Or ra

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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.”