Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

Chapter 8

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nt glass walls of the JFK arrivals hall, castin

rd the private underground elevator, listening with

t in the air

flow, a faint, unmistakable scent of natura

ead sharply toward

woman in a khaki trench coat. A bright, unguarded sm

o roared back into his mind-the flushed cheeks, the

ears, the Wall Street shark

lue pupils contracted violentl

s he

. His right hand rose, fingers spread

staring in shock at his

What's

osed the distance, her trench coat fluttering

who had dared leave two hundred and fifty dollars on hi

an an inch from the buckle

eight and sidestepped him as if maneuvering around an inanimate

missed you

ood frozen, his hand hanging empty in midair as she thre

past Fulton's bespoke leather shoes, hugging the other wom

arley shrank back, cold sweat drenching his

ngers curled into a fist, his kn

ch, his gray-blue ga

ing over Fulton's tailored suit and icy expression. A flicker of confusion crossed her face-something about that sharp, cold profile felt familiar,

hand and spoke in a c

Sorry for getti

ed arms with her companion and walked

s teeth ground together. He sp

t every single piece of inf

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Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

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“Janell Scott stood at the altar of Rockefeller Center, ready to marry Judd Alvarado to save her family's struggling business. Before they could exchange rings, the giant LED screen broadcasted a video of Judd sleeping with a notorious socialite, his voice mocking Janell as a mere tool. Instead of defending her, her cold-blooded father demanded she swallow the humiliation and finish the wedding just to secure a corporate loan. Disgusted, Janell smashed her bouquet into Judd's face, canceled the engagement, and fled. In retaliation, her father publicly disowned her and stripped her of her mother's trust fund. Later that night, secretly drugged by her vicious stepsister at a nightclub, a desperate Janell stumbled into a penthouse and slept with a stranger to survive the heat. The next morning, mistaking the terrifyingly handsome man for a club escort, she left a $250 tip and a note mocking his "average skills" before fleeing to London. For four years, she raised her genius son alone, burying the trauma of being sold out by her own flesh and blood. She finally returned to New York, vowing to crush the toxic family that threw her to the wolves and take back everything they stole. But on her first night back, a towering figure surrounded by bodyguards blocked her path at a Wall Street mixer. The ruthless billionaire titan, Fulton Frederick, stared down at her with lethal, ice-cold eyes. "Miss Janell Scott, wasn't the tip you left four years ago a little too cheap?"”