Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe couldn't take her eyes off Ruby, lingering on her for what felt like ages.

"Goodbye, idol," she whispered to herself. "I've got to shelve my dreams for a bit. Hopefully, one day, I can dust them off and maybe, just maybe, be like you."

What Ruby didn't know was that Chloe had another dream tucked away. That, in this lifetime, she'd get to see Ruby again.

Unfortunately, the little bunny hair clip Ruby gave her all those years ago was lost. Chloe still thought about that clip, though she couldn't for the life of her remember how or where she lost it. It was like that part of her memory had a hole punched through it. As she stepped out of the TV station, Chloe's phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly before answering.

It was Jacob on the line.

"Chloe, are you back in town?" he asked.

"Yeah, I got back today," Chloe replied, her voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"If you're back, why didn't you come home? Come over for dinner tonight. Your mom's making your favorite braised pork," he said, adding quickly, "And bring your fiancé."

"Fiancé?" Chloe's frown deepened.

chuckled. "Everyone knows about you and Connor now, don't they? He proposed to you on TV, and you said

treating you like our own. Even though he's got high status, it's only right for

proposal, he should also know about what she and Connor had been through lately-being missing for seven days with their fate unknown. Yet, after they were rescued, not a single call from her family came through,

on that night at the Sartori family home, when Marian handed her the family heirloom Chloe felt so

drop by tonight, but

certificate was

it was Saturday, and Connor wanted to register their marriage on Monday he had all

the civil affairs office to open. He even picked

certificate, Jacob was thrilled and completely ignored the

You're getting the certificate with Connor, right? That's fantastic. Let's wrap this up quickly to avoid any

growing impatient, said, "If that's all, I'm hanging

in his blissful state, "We'll talk more tonight, take

up, not wanting