Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe's eyes narrowed quickly, turning an intense shade of dark. Her gaze settled heavily on Linda's belly. Linda was obviously pregnant now, her figure having filled out quite a bit she looked every bit the part of an expectant mother. Chloe's fingers curled into a tight fist. Thinking back to that time, after everything went down, Lucas had been adamant about not wanting the baby she was carrying. He'd dragged Linda to the hospital and said it was "just as she wished." After that day, Chloe hadn't seen Linda again. Lucas had mentioned

But here we are, just four months later, and Linda's back in Chloe's line of sight. Not only is the baby still there, but Linda hasn't left at all. She'd even tied the knot with Lucas, picking the same day that Chloe and Connor chose to get their marriage license. The whole situation was packed with information.

once that he'd sent Linda abroad and promised she'd never come back.

How did Linda manage to convince Lucas to keep the baby? Why would Lucas lie to her about it? And if he wanted to keep the baby a secret, why choose such a day to stir things up? The timing of the marriage license was a spur-of-the-moment decision between her and Connor. They hadn't told anyone. So how did Linda know to be here? It was either a bizarre coincidence, or Linda knew way too much about their lives, maybe even keeping an eye on them.

Seeing Linda again, she couldn't help but think it was fate stepping in. Her search into her own past had dredged up that incident from three years ago, and

seemed fitting. Chloe steadied

the old days. The only difference was that Linda didn't seem timid anymore. She was confident, almost smug, as if to say: I'm back, what are you going to do about it? Like a snake shedding its disguise, revealing its true form, head raised and

Chloe recalled the last time she saw Linda, she was wearing a

Chloe found it all rather ironic. Linda sauntered up to Chloe, a smug smile on her lips "Want to feel it?" Chloe took a step back, shooting back sarcastically, "What, planning

are you worried about? No matter what, I wouldn't joke about my