Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 241



Connor stared up at the tiny figure perched in the tree, his brows knitting together in deep thought.

The little girl sat on a branch, her chubby legs swinging back and forth. "The river's really chilly at night, you know. It's not a good feeling." She might have looked young, and her voice carried that innocent lilt, but her words had a sharpness that didn't match her age.

"Go away," He snapped at her. Connor was just ten years old and already burdened with anger.

By then, his heart was already in pieces. Even at ten, the weight of being the family heir had aged him beyond his years.

It was around that time he had just uncovered the darkest, most twisted secrets of his family. On top of that, he had to deal with Claire's cruelty.

He had ended up in the hospital because Claire had pushed him into the pool, knowing he was terrified of water and couldn't swim.

He fought for his life in the water, the air in his lungs running out little by little. He sank slowly to the bottom of the pool while Claire just stood there, watching from the edge.

From the bottom, Connor looked up at her. Even through the swirling water, he could see the cold indifference in her eyes.

Connor felt completely hopeless. Death seemed

ultimately, the butler found him and pulled him out. By the time he was rescued, he'd been suffocating

as she rushed him to the hospital. When he woke

lied, saying he couldn't remember what had happened. The doctor suggested he might have had temporary amnesia from

But Connor remembered everything.

pushing him

but she just watched doing nothing. He remembered the despair and helplessness as he sank deeper. And most of all,

look of hatred and disdain in

It was like he was tainted with filth and sin from the start His existence seemed like a

darkness for his family.

but as a punishment for everyone. Maybe it would be better to die. Everyone would be relieved if he

pool. What would she think when she found his body in the river at sunrise? Would she be shocked, feel justified, or

into the river if it hadn't been for five-year-old Chloe's

angry demand for her to leave, little Chloe didn't back down. Instead, she jumped down from the tree and bounded over to him. "If you jump, I'll save you," she declared with

at her. "You're too small. Don't

I've just learned to swim, so I'm not very good. If I try to save you,