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?"

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

want you to be like I was before I met

"Why?"

it. She had fought so hard to pull Linda out of her own darkness. Yet the person she had

eerie and almost otherworldly.

her spine. She yanked her arm back. "Linda, you're out

her. She seemed like a chess master, eyes filled with unwavering confidence. Or like a gambler placing everything on

money into my 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

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 morning. Sometimes, I'd wake