Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1101

Tim's voice was quiet. "I haven't seen you smile in forever, Summer."

Summer blinked, surprised for a second.

Then he reached out, ruffled Tim's hair, and let a gentle smile slip through. "You

make me happy, little brother. I'm always happy when I'm with you."

Tim grinned, his eyes bright. "You have the best smile, you know that?"

Without another word, Tim wrapped his arms around Summer.

Summer hugged him back, holding him close.

Their two small figures, side by side, caught the attention-and the hearts-of Chloe and Cassie, who were watching from nearby.

Every word the boys shared hung in the air between the women.

Cassie, with an unlit cigarette between her lips and a scowl on her face, muttered, "This is all Lucas and Linda's fault."

She turned to Chloe, eyes sharp. "You're really going to keep that boy here? He's still Lucas's son. Aren't you worried Connor will feel weird about it? Sure, Summer's just a kid now, but with a background like his-and all the Sartori family business-who knows if they'll ever accept him?"

Cassie's voice dropped lower. "And you and Connor aren't exactly private people. The media is always watching. How are you going to explain suddenly having another son?"

to explain anything to anyone. I don't care what other people think. All I care about is

convinced about Summer

history was just too

he always seemed so distant, so

time she looked at his face-so much like

Linda could exist, someone twisted enough to bring a child

feeling that Summer was a ticking time bomb-like he was born

if, one day, he tried

thoughts were simple: she was fiercely loyal to

to

saw right

said gently, "have you forgotten how you

Cassie froze.

Memories came rushing

through life like a stray deaf.

like a beautiful prison.

she'd been born a boy. That idea stuck with her so much, she started dressing like one, hoping for a

her mom and barely knowing her dad had left a

her heal, bit

to laugh with, to fight with, to lean

her own terms, free and

nearly forgotten how it felt be that