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The Billionaire's Runaway Country Girl

The Billionaire's Runaway Country Girl

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-07-17
By:  Kimberly CullenOngoing
Language: English
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Dark Romance

First-Person POV

Werewolf

Hybrid

Possessive

Misunderstanding

Second Chance

Runaway Bride/Groom

Julie thought she had it all: a Husband who loves her, a promise of forever, and a love story born under the Montana sky. But betrayal shattered her world, leaving her a single mother on the run. Adam, the love of her life and the man she trusted, cheated and betrayed her, leaving a trail of lies and a burning past. Four years later, fate intervenes. A chance encounter with their son throws them together again. Adam, consumed by guilt and regret, fights for a second chance. Julie, hardened by hurt, grapples with the ghosts of their past and the constant attacks of the jealous socialite Elena, Adams new Fiance . Adam was laced with Drama, She'd never knew he was the Owner of Delta Tech and A playboy billionaire, that was until she saw the man she recently had divorced announce his new engagement to the world while she wasted away in a jail cell. She had finally started to build again and Adam comes back to flip her world upside down, she needs to protect her child. And although Adam is pleading for a second chance, and promising to right his wrongs she falls deeper and deeper into the whole she struggled so hard to get out of. As the truth unravels, secrets come to light, and a web of deceit threatens to tear them apart. Can they overcome the firestorm of lies and Elena's vengeful fury? Can their ranch love rekindle amidst the opulence of a billionaire's world?

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51 Chapters
Chapter One
Jules Pov:The world spun like it was stuck in orbit, and Adam's words echoed in my skull, bouncing around until they took root and grew thorns.He never loved me.I felt the tears swelling behind my eyes, hot and thick, threatening to break through. My body trembled, a denial written in every shudder. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening."You don't mean that, Adam," I whispered, my voice cracking like glass under pressure. "We can fix this. We just need to talk."But his eyes, those eyes that once held me together, now burned cold, distant. "There's nothing to fix, Jules. I never loved you. You were just a game, a way to escape my own life." His grip tightened on my shoulders, his fingers digging in, anger becoming something tangible, something sharp and cutting."No," I gasped, feeling the word twist in my throat, desperate. "We've had so many moments, so many laughs... we can't just throw it all away." My voice rose, clinging to the remnants of our shattered love like
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Chapter Two
Adam's POV The rain came down in silvery sheets, painting the city in a dull haze as it drummed against the window. It had a kind of rhythm to it—constant, relentless—like the pulse of longing that gripped me. Beyond the glass, autumn leaves pirouetted in the wind, caught in their own dance of slow decay. Their vivid colors, all reds and golds, only pulled me deeper into my thoughts, reminding me of Jules. Jules with her wild, sunlit hair. Jules with her laugh that used to make everything feel alive. We had been married for a month, but it felt like a lifetime stretched between us now. Two days apart and already, I was unraveling, craving her like an addict needing his fix.You're in everything I see, Jules.Henry's voice cut through the quiet, his smirk barely veiling the disdain he wore like armor. "Impatient, aren't we?"I didn't look at him. My fingers curled tightly into fists, the urge to strike coiled just beneath the surface. Henry Shepherd was no friend—he was a mistake the w
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Chapter Three
Jules' POV The dashboard clock pulsed crimson in the dark, its digits stubbornly flicking towards midnight. The road stretched before me, a black ribbon winding through the emptiness, just a few miles short of Nana's farm. I pulled over, my hands trembling on the steering wheel, the engine's hum falling silent. For a moment, I sat there, eyes wet with a sadness that blurred the headlights into soft, glowing halos. Nana's questions would pierce me, gentle as they might seem. I couldn't bear them—not now, not with everything I'd lost.I didn't choose to move. My body simply rose from the driver's seat, as if it had a memory of its own, a rhythm I no longer controlled. The fields called to me. The same fields where Adam and I had kissed for the first time—back when the world felt weightless, back when his hand in mine seemed to make everything glow. The air, thick with night, greeted me with a kind of emptiness I hadn't anticipated. It was louder than the quiet itself, like the earth had
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Chapter Four
ONE YEAR AGOJules’ POVThe afternoon sunlight lingered lazily, cascading in golden threads through the small, old-fashioned windows, catching the dust particles in its path and making them glimmer, suspended in their quiet, aimless dance. I watched them float, as I often did. Outside, the vastness of the fields stretched endlessly—wheat swaying with the same gentle rhythm, as if time itself had lulled the farm into a perpetual hum of sameness. I was not a part of it, not really. The farm was a stage, and I, a bystander, waiting for a cue that never came.I loved writing. I could almost feel the tactile click of keys beneath my fingers, the soft glow of the laptop illuminating the stories waiting to be released from my mind. But here, on the farm, everything moved slower. The stories stayed locked inside, and instead, I found myself in Nana's kitchen, caught in a different kind of rhythm—her rhythm. The scent of apples simmering in sugar and cinnamon filled the small kitchen, mingling
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Chapter Five
Jules' POV The room was draped in the gentle glow of late afternoon, the kind of light that makes the dust motes linger in the air, suspended like tiny worlds of their own. I hadn’t realized how still I’d been standing, how long I had been watching him, until his voice cut through the silence like a stone thrown into still water."Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?"I snapped back, feeling the rush of heat crawl up my neck. My cheeks betrayed me, flushing crimson. I was caught—there was no way to deny it. But, really, how could anyone not look? His form seemed to have been carved by hands that knew how to shape desire. Every inch of him held the kind of beauty you didn't turn away from, even if it meant being found out."Yeah," I muttered, twisting a lock of hair around my finger, a childish habit that always betrayed my nervousness. I perched on the old couch near the barn window, pretending it was the view outside that had held my gaze. The worn leather felt cool ben
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Chapter Six
Julie's POVIt should have been the moment that defined everything—when he stepped onto the farm. Part of me wanted him from the start, even if I refused to admit it. He was life itself, like the sun—a warmth that could burn, yes, but one you crave even when you know it might hurt. The first two weeks were okay, just okay, and I hated how indifferent they felt. He’d wake early, saunter into the house for breakfast, then disappear into town for hours. Sometimes he’d be gone until dinner, when he’d stroll back with the swagger of a man who’d had a good time. He’d settle into that chair he claimed the very first day, next to Nana. Close enough to chat with her, but far enough from me that it drove me mad. Far enough that I couldn't breathe him in—that intoxicating scent that was all his own—but close enough that our knees would occasionally brush, just barely. And each time, it sent a wave of something through me, a kaleidoscope of questions spinning in my head. What did it mean when his
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Chapter Seven
The thunder rumbled low in the distance, a heavy drumroll that shook the windows and the walls, rattling the thin panes of glass in their frames. Rain lashed against the house like a thousand tiny fists, and the room was filled with the steady hiss of water meeting earth. I watched Adam talk to Nana, his voice low, almost lost in the sounds of the storm. He stood close to her, leaning in with a kind of reverence, the way someone might lean toward a delicate flower, afraid it might wilt if they got too close. He was good at that—making himself seem small when he wanted to, humble even, and I hated how much I liked that about him.I tossed the last log onto the fire, the wood crackling as the flames licked hungrily around it. Nana turned to me, a cup of cocoa in her hands, her smile soft in the glow of the firelight. "Oh, I do love a warm fire on nights like these," she said, her voice calm, timeless. Her words seemed to fill the room, pushing back against the sound of the rain, making e
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Chapter Eight
Jules' POVThe holding cell smelled like bleach and old coffee and something underneath both of those things that I didn't want to name.I sat on the edge of a metal bench bolted to the wall, my back straight, my hands folded in my lap like I was waiting for a bus. Like if I kept my posture right and my breathing even and my eyes dry, none of this would be real. Like the woman sitting in a jail cell would turn out to be someone else entirely and I could go home.Except I didn't have a home anymore.I pressed my palms flat against my thighs and stared at the floor. The concrete was gray, scuffed in the corners, marked with the ghost outlines of shoes that had shuffled across it a thousand times before mine. I wondered about all those people. Where they were now. Whether any of them had driven twelve hours through the dark to tell their husband they were going to have a baby only to find him in bed with a blonde.I laughed. It came out wrong — short and sharp and hollow — and the woman
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Chapter Nine
Jules' POVPastor Graham made me tea I didn't drink.He had the kind of face that had absorbed a lot of news over the years — the good kind and the terrible kind — and he absorbed mine the way he probably absorbed all of it, with a slow nod and a hand resting on the table between us like an offering. The kitchen at the back of St. Anthony's was small and warm and smelled like old wood and candle smoke, and for the first ten minutes after I sat down I didn't say anything at all. I just held the mug and let the warmth seep into my palms."Nana planned her funeral," he said finally. "Years ago. She gave me the folder herself. Said she didn't want to leave it for you to figure out." He slid an envelope across the table. My name on the front, in Nana's handwriting. I didn't open it. Not yet. I just put my hand flat on top of it."Did she suffer?" I asked.He shook his head. "The smoke took her before the fire did. That's what the coroner said." He paused. "She wouldn't have known."I nodde
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Chapter Ten
Elena's POVThe thing about burning something down is that you have to be patient.You can't rush it. You can't be sloppy. You have to be methodical, you have to think three steps ahead, and most importantly you have to look like you weren't even near the fire when it started. Elena Voss had learned that lesson a long time ago — not literally, not yet, but in every other arena of her life. In boardrooms. In bedrooms. In the careful, quiet work of making herself indispensable to men who didn't yet know they needed her.She poured herself a glass of wine and sat at the window of her Midtown apartment on the fourteenth floor and watched the city below her do what cities did at two in the morning: move, pulse, forget.The call had come two hours ago. Derek Paulsen, doing what she'd paid him to do. The tip had been made. The girl's name was in the system. By morning, Julia Rose Arthur would be sitting in a holding cell in a small Montana county building trying to understand what had just h
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