Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



Afterwards, she blacked out and woke up on the sandy shore of a small island.

Chloe struggled to her feet, looking around in a daze. What she saw was a paradise-crystal-clear waters and sparkling silver sands. The weather was calm, not a hint of the storm's fury that she had been caught in. She had no idea how long she had been drifting or where she was exactly, but one thing was certain: she was on an island.

Chloe couldn't decide if this was a stroke of luck or a misfortune. She had washed up on a deserted island, and now it was truly time to test her survival skills. For Chloe, this wasn't as daunting as it might be for others. She had always been resourceful.

While scavenging for food, she stumbled upon signs that humans had been there before—some old tools and a rusted machete. To Chloe, that machete was a godsend. She sharpened it against a rock until it gleamed and could slice through anything.

With her newly sharpened machete, she went to work in a nearby bamboo grove, chopping down bamboo with a fervor that was almost therapeutic. Using a lashing technique she knew, she started building a shelter. It took her a day and a night, but she managed to construct a small bamboo hut. Inside, it was cool and surprisingly comfortable.

After a short rest, Chloe wasn't satisfied. She went back to chopping bamboo, continuing to build. The small hut expanded into a double room. Days turned into nights, the sun rose and set, and Chloe's busy figure was a constant presence on the beach. Soon, the modest bamboo hut transformed into a two-story structure with a loft.

Standing on the beach, looking at her handiwork and the vast ocean beyond, Chloe couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Damn you, fate!" she screamed at the sea, her voice echoing off the rocky walls.

Chloe had been keeping herself busy

to fend off the loneliness and despair that threatened to consume her. Being truly alone on a deserted island was terrifying. The fear and uncertainty about her future loomed over her like a dark cloud, always ready to swallow her whole Sometimes, surviving seemed more daunting than dying, because living meant enduring endless days of solitude.

She had no idea where she was. In desperation, she built a huge bonfire on the beach and wrote a giant SOS in the sand. But no ships or planes appeared. It felt as though she were trapped under a transparent dome, isolated from the world.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

How long would she be here? A day?

A year? A lifetime? Chloe didn't want to think about it. But soon, she steeled herself with determination She couldn't give up. The production crew wouldn't just abandon her. Connor would definitely find a way tosearch for her. All she had to do was stay alive until they found her.

With this belief, Chloe felt a bit braver. Surprisingly, ever since being stranded, her thoughts had been filled with Connor. What would he think when he found out she had jumped into the sea? What was situation now? Would Claire Back off? Was he frantically searching for her, losing his mind with worry?

These thoughts made Chloe's heart ache. She decided to distract herself by going to the beach to catch some crabs. Later, she planned to dig a pond in front of the bamboo house to keep the fish and shrimp she caught alive. Since she didn't know how long she would be stuck here, she needed to be prepared.

Carrying a homemade bamboo basket, Chloe went to the beach. But luck wasn't on her side today; she only managed to catch two crabs. Disappointed, she was about to head back when she saw something that made her heart skip a beat.

Not far from where she stood, there was someone lying on the beach...