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."

butler. But then he noticed the car keys the butler was holding. It seemed he'd just

and jumped in. Pax quickly took the passenger seat. Pax knew Connor well; he wasn't the type to lose his cool easily. Something serious must

don't have to worry so much. My mom wouldn't hurt

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

Pax didn't see it as that serious. Maybe Claire wouldn't approve their relationship, but she would never

cold, "Then you better pray she hasn't

got my mom all wrong. She's your sister,

map etched in his mind. Suddenly, h remembered something. There was a grand theater on the island

backyard, singing opera when

to secretly watch his sister perform. She sang beautifully and 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 stages, just to

performance.