Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Cassie made her way back to Blue Eye Hill, just as the family doctor was wrapping up his visit. After checking on Mrs. Gilbert, he prescribed some meds to help her sleep. Cassie had a quick chat with him, and when she heard it was just a bit of angina due to coronary

artery disease, she let out a relieved sigh. Nothing too serious, thank goodness.

Cassie's life had been a bit of a rollercoaster from day one. She never got to meet her mom, who tragically passed away during childbirth due to a pulmonary embolism. Her dad? Well, he wasn't exactly Father of the Year. He left her behind with just a nanny and a butler to look after her at the Riverbrook mansion, and never bothered to visit. Mrs. Gilbert, the nanny, knew all about Cassie's rough start. She would often hold young Cassie and sigh, "Diana, if only you were a boy. Then your father would have brought you home." These words stuck with Cassie, haunting her childhood thoughts.

So, she figured if being a boy was the ticket to having a family, why not just become one? She chopped her hair short and decked herself out in boys' clothes. It wasn't long before people started mistaking her for a boy. Growing up, she felt she could outshine most guys. She was better looking and could throw a punch better than any of them. The only hiccup was the awkwardness of using the women's restroom, which always seemed to cause a stir-sometimes even a call to the cops.

Cassie wasn't the marrying type, nor did she dream of having kids. Her life felt like a series of unfortunate events: a mom who died bringing her into the world, a father who abandoned her, a brief stint of acceptance by the Gilbert family until they had another child and cast her aside again. Family ties? She didn't put much stock in them anymore. She was perfectly content living life on her own terms.

Still, there were three people she held dear: Mrs. Gilbert, the butler Thompson, and Chloe.

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her room, Cassie leaned against the balcony, a cigarette tucked between her slender, pale fingers. Though she dressed like boy, her hands were as delicate as porcelain. The cigarette's ember glowed a fiery red, and the crisp tobacco

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