Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 290



Before Ruben became infamous as a director who drove contestants to the brink in survival game shows, he was already known for his madness. So, when it was announced he was helming a dating reality show, people were more nervous than excited. Would it turn out to be a delightful surprise or a total nightmare?

Suggestions for renaming the show started pouring in: "Die If You Don't Date," "Date or Turn Savage?," and "Mom, the Director's Forcing Me to Find a Partner."

[I must be a bit twisted to be so excited about this. I've watched survival shows and dating shows, but never a combo of both. The anticipation is killing me. *rubbing hands in giddy excitement*]

Chloe was dumbfounded.

When Tony had called it a "government-funded holiday," she had pictured herself sipping piña coladas under the Maldivian sun, not marooned on a deserted island.

The primary reason for her participation was to dodge Pax. Yet, somehow, Pax had also managed to follow her, and Connor was there. Chloe was definitely not happy.

Pax ambled over to Chloe's side. He looked down, a dimple appearing, his voice soft. "Chloe, my heart-flutter vote is yours every day."

Chloe's face was expressionless; her typically radiant face was now as dull as a dead fish. Even her beautiful eyes had lost their sparkle. Her voice was flat, mechanical. "You vote for me, and I'll smash your head in."

be so mean, Chloe. Let's just have

she spoke

"I want out. I'll pay the breach of

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