Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Growing up, Lisa often faced teasing from her classmates who knew she lived in the slums. It was a place she loathed entirely. So, when the opportunity came to return to the Meadows family, she never looked back. But she never imagined Chloe would live there so comfortably, without a care.

Lisa stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed straight to Sundance Heights. When she got there, Chloe hadn't finished her lunch yet. Ann's cooking was nothing short of amazing. Her home-cooked meals could easily compete with those of a five-star chef. Eating Ann's meals always brought Chloe a sense of warmth and comfort, like it was something she had been missing since childhood.

"Auntie, I should open a little restaurant for you," Chloe said, as she had always called Ann "Auntie." At first, it was just out of habit, but after learning Ann wasn't her real mother, it became even more distant. Ann, however, never seemed to mind.

"Running a restaurant is expensive, you know. I'm happy enough with my breakfast cart at the school, and it does pretty well," Ann replied.

Chloe expressed her concern, "You're out the door at the crack of dawn and back late with that breakfast cart, even in the rain. You even took a tumble once-it's got me worried."

"Don't worry about the money. I have some shops in Lumine Garden. Check them out, pick the one you like, and it's yours. You won't need to hustle anymore. Start a cozy spot, be your own boss. Cook when you feel like it, hire some help when you don't. What do you think?"

I don't want your money

where I live. This way, when I get

bite of her halibut and flashing Ann a grin, "It's not about you. I'm just lazy and

to say no. "Alright then, how about you rent the shop to me? I'll pay

deal, I should probably pay for my meals every

are you

quickly wrapped it up, "Alright, it's settled. No need

"mom her actions spoke louder

younger days saving up to open a small eatery. But her savings had often been squandered by John. And Lisa was no easy child, frequently getting into trouble at school. Ann's savings

seemed to save a dime. Now, selling breakfast, she had managed to put aside a small amount. Reflecting on the past was bittersweet

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