The Billionaire's Fifty Dollar Runaway Bride

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

os

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.