Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

He wasn't too worried about Chloe getting into trouble. This place was just so huge; Chloe must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. It wasn't really a big deal.

Connor had no idea how to explain this to Pax. He quickly found the butler and demanded, "Where's Chloe right now?"

The old butler, sporting a kind smile, replied, "I haven't seen Ms. Chloe."

Connor suddenly grabbed the butler's suit collar, "I'll ask you again, where have you hidden her?"

"I really don't know," the butler responded, his smile unwavering and showing no signs of panic. The calmer he seemed, the creepier it felt.

"Where's my sister?" Connor had a hunch that Chloe's disappearance was tied to Claire.

"I don't know where she is, either."

wouldn't get anything useful out of the butler. But then he noticed the car keys the butler was holding. It seemed he'd just

Pax knew Connor well; he wasn't the type to lose his cool easily.

to worry so much. My mom wouldn't hurt

her to stay away from Chloe. He said Claire would never accept Chloe and that it might even

but she

better pray she hasn't done

all wrong. She's your sister,

went Silent. The car sped down the road. Throughout the drive, Connor had the island's map etched in his mind. Suddenly, h remembered something. There was a grand theater on the island and Claire was obsessed

sister in the backyard, singing opera

with such valor, but Connor never understood why. Every time she reached the climax, she'd have a breakdown. Eventually, their father dismantled the home's stage and forbade her from singing opera at home. Everyone thought she had recovered, but she only became even more obsessed. She kept countless opera talents as lovers outside and built numerous

performance.