Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1093

Connor's voice echoed in the darkness, and Chloe broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

He sounded more panicked than she'd ever heard him, trying to calm her even though his own voice was barely there.

"Hey, don't cry, babe... I wish I could reach over and wipe your tears right now."

Chloe could picture exactly what was happening-he was pinned under the rubble, totally stuck. She was almost sure he'd thrown himself over her when everything came crashing down. He had to be in terrible pain.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" she asked, voice shaking.

Connor let out a soft laugh, trying to sound tough.

"No, it doesn't hurt. Not at all."

But Chloe could hear it-the way he was forcing himself to sound okay, the weakness in every word.

She wanted to cry even harder, but held it in. If she lost it now, it would only make things worse for him.

Everything around them was pitch black. Only their shallow, uneven breaths broke the silence.

Neither of them knew how deep they were buried, or what was happening outside, or if there was even a chance they'd make it out alive.

A sick feeling settled in her chest. The odds weren't good.

"Connor... we might really die in here," she whispered.

"We won't," he said, as if sheer willpower could make it true. "My brother will find us. He won't give up."

She wanted to believe him. She could picture his brother-probably tearing the earth apart to get to them.

meters

forced herself to

Hang on until he finds us. You can't

an inch, crushed beneath the weight of earth and stone. Chloe could hear it in his voice-he was hurt bad, maybe worse than he'd let on. Her heart was

tried to reassure her, his voice gentle

not going anywhere. I'll

each minute colder

said quietly,

"Yeah. Of course."

took a shaky breath. "Can I tell you a secret? I actually liked you

Bluewater Bar, when you thought I was a male

smiled in the

"Nope.

was

the first time by the river-it was on the hospital lawn. You used to sit on this bench every morning at nine, catching sun. I'd go out on

to

such

to notice

so I could come look

by the river wasn't a coincidence, either. I followed you. You looked so sad, and I

someone so

When I thought you might jump, I couldn't stay quiet-I had

I'd been saving it since the first time I saw you. I told myself, someday I'd hand it to you, and then we'd

a little at the

you were the mastermind in our story, but really, it was just a little five-year-old girl who'd already picked you out.

let out a

I forgot about

always thought the river was where it all began. He never