Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

"I don't hate you. We can wipe the slate clean and move on. I just need you to stop interfering in my life."

"That's not gonna happen."

Linda's voice was shaky with emotion. "Chloe, I've told you before: you'll never get rid of me, not in this lifetime."

Chloe had expected this. Linda wouldn't let go. Whenever Chloe started to feel a bit stronger, Linda would latch onto her like a ghost that wouldn't quit haunting.

"Linda, what do you really want from me? What's your end game here?"

The question seemed to throw Linda off for a moment. But Chloe wasn't having any of it. She let out a bitter laugh. "You want me to crash and burn, don't you? You want to see me lose it all my life, my reputation, everyone I care about. You want to see me end up with nothing, like some stray dog, isn't that right?"

recall them as if it were yesterday. She remembered the crazed look

with a sudden laugh. "Yeah, Chloe, I want you to be like I was

"Why?"

fought so hard to pull Linda out of her

gently hooked her arm around Chloe's, her voice eerie and almost otherworldly.

chill run down her spine. She yanked

Chloe noticed that this Linda was nothing like the timid girl who used to hide behind her. She seemed like a chess

backpack. You were so worried I'd feel guilty that you had me run errands, like buying breakfast. You loved those fishball pancakes, said you'd never tasted anything that good. But they weren't

know how tough it is to make fishballs? The fish has to be fresh. I'd hit the market at dawn to get the best fish, simmer them into a creamy broth for the dough, then mix the fish meat in to make the pancakes. To make those fishballs for you, I'd be up by four every