Runaway to the Billionaire

Four years ago, I spotted her at a beach café in Valeria.

I bought her coffee. We spent the summer on my yacht. Fell fast. Fell hard.

Then she vanished without a word.

Now she's standing in my club. Rain-soaked. Drowning in a stolen hoodie three sizes too big. It doesn't hide those eyes. Hunted by paparazzi. A bride running from a predator in a crown.

The girl I fell for is a princess.

I should slam the door in her face.

I pull her inside anyway.

She's not the same girl who broke me. She's fiercer. More desperate. More dangerous to everything I've spent four years building.

Her royal fiancé forcibly disappears anyone who crosses him. Hiding her puts my clubs, my empire, my life on the line.

Her voice. Her touch. That soft fragrance. All of it undoes me.

I know the cost. I see it clearly.

I lost her once and rebuilt myself from the wreckage. I'll burn it all down before I let him have her.