Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe was still feeling a bit lightheaded. It was like she was floating in some surreal dream. "Why did you decide to make me your goddaughter?" she asked, puzzled, given that the Shaw family already had so many kids. Ruby looked down, her voice softening. "I once had a daughter, but sadly, she's no longer with us. When I saw you today, I felt that if she had grown up, she would probably look just like you."

The mention of her lost daughter clearly stirred something deep in Ruby. Her eyes grew misty, emotions welling up even after more than twenty years. No mother can ever fully heal from losing a child. Chloe hadn't expected such a heartfelt revelation. "I'm so sorry..."

Ruby dabbed at her tears with a gentle smile. "It's okay, that's all in the past. Seeing you brings me joy. But please understand, I might sometimes see you as a stand-in for her."

Chloe nodded earnestly. "Godmother, I'm more than willing to be that for you. I'd love to do all the things a daughter would do with her mom."

Ruby beamed with delight. "That's wonderful! How about we celebrate with a drink?"

"What?" Chloe was caught off guard.

Ruby chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "I do love a good drink, but I've had some health issues, and the doctor told me to quit. Your godfather is quite strict about it, doesn't let me have even a drop. But today's special, and I really feel like having a little."

Ruby was already on her feet, gently tugging Chloe along. "Chloe, let me tell you, the best part about our place is the wine cellar. It's packed with treasures like Louis XIII cognac, Dalmore 62 whiskey, and even a genuine 50-year-old Shaoxing wine. Oh, just talking about it makes my mouth water."

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