Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Winston grinned, clearly in a good mood, "You still remember that, huh?"

"How could I forget? We got into so much trouble as kids. That little guy was a real scrapper, like a mad dog. Even though we were two years older, he'd somehow pin us both down. It was wild." "And you never let me fight back. You always let him have his way, never letting me hit back!"

Wayne perked up too, "So, was that call from Cassie, the little wild one?"

Winston nodded, "Yep, he's back, living right next door. It's his birthday today, and he wanted to invite me over."

Wayne was interested, "You have to go. I haven't seen him in ages. He's probably grown into a big, burly guy by now."

Isaac, noticing their excitement, chimed in, "Mom and Dad said we have important guests tonight, so neither of you are going anywhere."

"Really? After living in Luxembourg for over twenty years, they still have friends here?"

The brothers were puzzled.

sedan rolled up, followed by

the backseat sat a middle-aged couple. The man, dressed in a suit, looked dignified and handsome, even at his age. The woman, with short hair, looked youthful-not in her features, but in the natural wrinkles at her eyes, without signs of

tanned skin, weathered by the

health and vibrancy.

eyes bright and clear like a child's. She rolled down the window, taking in the scenery with curiosity, "The sycamores on

on.

boys, longed for a daughter. One night, she dreamt of a phoenix perched on a sycamore at their door.

had sycamore saplings flown in from France, planting each one along the path home, hoping they'd

gazed at

now towering