Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Afterwards, she blacked out and woke up on the sandy shore of a small island.

Chloe struggled to her feet, looking around in a daze. What she saw was a paradise-crystal-clear waters and sparkling silver sands. The weather was calm, not a hint of the storm's fury that she had been caught in. She had no idea how long she had been drifting or where she was exactly, but one thing was certain: she was on an island. Chloe couldn't decide if this was a stroke of luck or a misfortune. She had washed up on a deserted island, and now it was truly time to test her survival skills. For Chloe, this wasn't as daunting as it might be for others. She had always been resourceful. While scavenging for food, she stumbled upon signs that humans had been there before-some old tools and a rusted machete. To Chloe, that machete was a godsend. She sharpened it against a rock until it gleamed and could slice through anything.

With her newly sharpened machete, she went to work in a nearby bamboo grove, chopping down bamboo with a fervor that was almost therapeutic. Using a lashing technique she knew, she started building a shelter. It took her a day and a night, but she managed to construct a small bamboo hut. Inside, it was cool and surprisingly comfortable.

After a short rest, Chloe wasn't satisfied. She went back to chopping bamboo, continuing to build. The small hut expanded into a double room. Days turned into nights, the sun rose and set, and Chloe's busy figure was a constant presence on the beach. Soon, the modest bamboo hut transformed into a two-story structure with a loft.

Standing on the beach, looking at her handiwork and the vast ocean beyond, Chloe couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Damn you, fate!" she screamed at the sea, her voice echoing off the rocky walls.

had been keeping herself

Being truly alone on a deserted island was terrifying. The fear and uncertainty about her future loomed over her like

endless days

solitude.

idea where she was. In desperation, she built a huge bonfire on the beach and wrote a giant SOS in the sand. But no ships or planes appeared. It felt

would she be here?

Chloe didn't want to think about it. But soon, she steeled herself with determination She couldn't give up. The production crew wouldn't just

way

had to do was stay alive until they