Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1113

As Chloe turned around, the sight in the mirror nearly made her stop breathing— her back, smooth and pale as new-fallen snow, was impossibly beautiful. Even Taylor, standing beside her, was momentarily stunned.

Chloe had put on makeup today, but just a little-a light touch that still left her glowing, like a pearl catching the light. No amount of subtlety could dim her shine. "Chloe, you look gorgeous," Taylor said, genuine awe in her voice.

Chloe smiled. "Thank you for lending me your dress, Taylor. But honestly, you're the most beautiful one here today."

Taylor hesitated, glancing at her phone. "So... my flaky friend just called and said she's suddenly sick. She can't be my bridesmaid. Chloe, would you do it? Stand with me up there?"

Chloe frowned. Something felt off. "I already have a kid, Taylor. Isn't that kind of... not the tradition?"

Taylor shook her head. "We don't have any rules like that here. Please, Chloe? Say yes."

Before Chloe could protest, the wedding coordinator popped her head in. “It's time for the bride to enter!"

If she agreed to be a bridesmaid, Chloe thought, she'd definitely stand out. Her dress was totally different-elegant, but far from subtle-while Taylor's was a simple gown with a delicate veil. Standing together, people might not even know who the real bride was.

Chloe tried, "Maybe I should change into something else—"

"No time! Let's go!" Taylor grabbed her hand, pulling her out the door and onto the stage, leaving Chloe no chance to object.

stronger. She looked out at the crowd and spotted the Shaw family, the Sartori family, the Moncada family,

on Taylor, the supposed bride. It was fixed directly

clicked in

veil and placed it on Chloe's hair. Then Taylor pressed the bridal bouquet into her hands, whispering,

that, Taylor slipped away, leaving Chloe

entire wedding had been a secret, planned just for her and

wonder Taylor had dragged her everywhere lately, letting Chloe make all the decisions, decorating everything just the way Chloe liked it. No

Chloe. She was speechless-how had everyone pulled this

so much, wanting to give her and Connor the wedding they'd

pricked Chloe's eyes and her nose stung. Instinctively, she

there. Neither were their

hall dimmed until only Chloe's

doors at the end of

tall, familiar

stood straight and strong, every inch the man she

light reached him, Chloe's hands tightened around the bouquet. It was Connor-standing, not in his

his posture proud and elegant. Under arched brows, his deep eyes shone with emotion. He looked like he'd walked straight out of a dream-handsome, composed, and