The Billionaire's Runaway Bride

of the setting sun, with each tall building

top of the tallest skyscraper, a representation of great wealth and power. Inside

entation of high society. His rise to popularity had started from a very young age and it skyrocketed in his thirties that sealed his position at the top making

ut him, he had an irresistible aura. Alexander Russo, a tall glass of chocolate, standing at six foot three with his well chiseled face, strong jawline, his strong arms and broad chest that were undeniably difficult not to notice all th

nyone feel like the most important person in the world or make you feel like a lost puppy with his gaze that was capable of both flattering and intimidating at the same time. When he spoke to you, it seemed as though there were no other individuals in the entire room. He ha

on for being a man as cold as the winter wind and for being merciless in business. Alexander Russo was admired by his colleagues,

re drawn to him, each thinking they were the one who could break the strong walls built around his heart. He was fre

ionship were short and always moved according to his rules. Every time Alexander was spotted with a new person, the city's social elite were always excited with gossip. Who was it that would win his heart in the end? It was an en

he elite checked the guest lists and the champagne flowed like water. He was a man who would move across any room without fear, like a predator. Every action was planned, every word that came ou

world that no one else could access. He may be seen, heard from, and even laughed with by others, but they never really got to know him. No matter how much they tried to know more about him, they couldn

tside world, from prying eyes to the never-ending demands of his public identity. But even with all the luxury around him, there was something almost cold about his where h

of a seemingly empty man with everything you could ever think of. Ambitious and determined to stay at the top, Alexander Russo had worked hard to get where he was. In the process of pursuing achievement, he h

standing of himself by someone who looked past his wealth and influence. He'd been protecting himsel

to be ignited by the proper circumstance or person. Standing at the floor to ceiling windows of his penthouse, Alexander Russo gazed out over the world he had conquered as the sun fell over the city, creating long shadows across the skyline. As was his usual b

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