Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Some went to arrange the long table. Some folks were grabbing plates and cutlery, eagerly awaiting tonight's feast. Chloe, carrying a pot, made her way to the long table set up on the beach, courtesy of the show's crew for their BBQ night. Barrett and Pax had scrubbed the table clean.

Diana had already retreated to the tent area. Seeing her, Barrett headed over, finding a spot away from the prying cameras. A sly grin crept across Barrett's face, "Such tasty food is waiting. Don't you want to go have a bite?"

Diana wasn't the least bit interested in food. She had started the show with high hopes, but each day kept challenging her expectations.

"Barrett, I'd rather be alone."

All day, she and Barrett had pretended to be a couple, just for Connor's benefit. But Connor seemed oblivious, his mind completely absorbed in perfecting a traditional Surf and Turf. Diana felt like Connor had changed since the show began.

Barrett didn't budge, standing right by her side. "I know you're upset, but I can cheer you up a bit."

looked at him, puzzled. "What do you

that, then nobody will. How

expression shifted suddenly. At first, she was confused, but then realization hit. "Barrett, what

embodying a charming rogue. He raised an eyebrow at Diana, "Babe, just

frown. Quickly, she turned her

moment, Chloe

of Surf and Turf on the long table. But as soon as the pot touched the table, there was a loud bang. The table collapsed, and the pot crashed

few meters behind Chloe, rushed over. Pax did too, but he was a step

the sea, his face tense,

put me down," Chloe pounded on