Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



With a thunderous roar, lightning split the sky, jolting Connor awake. Some truths, he realized, were destined to remain buried forever. His voice turned icy, "If you wanted to hoard the Sartori family's fortune, you should have never let Mom have me. You should've done everything to stop it, instead of bullying a defenseless kid after I was born."

As Connor spat out those words, Claire seemed momentarily taken aback. His fervent demeanor suggested he had uncovered some hidden truth. But how could that be possible? He would never find out. And she would make sure of that. They were fated to be each other's nightmare and prison for life. No other ties between them could ever exist.

Claire's face was terrifyingly calm. "Your minute is up. Have you decided?"

Meanwhile, on the deck, Chloe and Diana were coming to their senses. Disoriented, they quickly took in their surroundings.

Chloe gathered herself first and ran to the edge of the deck, realizing they were on a yacht, adrift in the middle of the ocean. Surrounded by rolling waves and turbulent undercurrents, the darkness was pierced only by the howling sea wind, as if hiding some monstrous creature. The yacht rocked violently, almost throwing them off their feet.

Diana gripped the railing, her voice trembling, "Where are we?" The darkness was suffocating, like an invisible giant hand wrapping around them.

Chloe approached, "Claire threw us out to sea." She remembered being drugged and taken from the balcony. Diana must have gone through something similar. By the time they woke up, they were already here. A storm was approaching. Claire had thrown them into the sea, likely hoping they wouldn't survive.

The wind grew fiercer. A wave crashed over them, soaking their clothes and sending a chill through their bones. "Let's get inside the cabin," Chloe urged.

Inside, the facilities were ancient. Chloe rushed to the control room, only to find the dashboard completely dead. The yacht had been abandoned for a while. Judging by the old equipment, it would probably fall apart at the first sign of the storm. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Diana realized the gravity of their situation. She hadn't been on the island for more than 24 hours and had already faced death three times. Claire truly didn't want her to escape. Diana's voice quivered, "What do we do now?"

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Chloe inspected the area, finding nothing useful, not even a lifebuoy. Deflated, she sat down, "I don't know what to do."

What did Claire want? Chloe couldn't understand. If she wanted them dead, why not kill them directly? Why did she throw them out to sea?

Just then, a holographic projection appeared before them. Diana was ecstatic, "It's Uncle Connor!"

"Uncle Connor, save us, please!" she

yelled at the projection, not

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expecting Connor to actually hear their cries. On his screen, Chloe and Diana's figures appeared.