In Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom, she offers shelter without strings—then adds a divorce clause like it’s dessert. His ‘I’ll be your arm candy’ line? Chef’s kiss 😌. The real magic? How food becomes emotional shorthand: fries = trust, silence = negotiation. This isn’t just a meet-cute—it’s a financial thriller with ketchup stains. 10/10 would sign again.