Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 1

"Another round?" His voice was low and smooth, almost hypnotic, with an undercurrent of lingering desire.

Chloe glanced at the floor, taking in the sight of lace lingerie tangled with a suit, her torn dress, and high heels scattered under the sofa. Everything told the story of the wild passion that had just unfolded.

"Nah, I'm exhausted," Chloe declined.

His stamina seemed to be on the rise. Just now, she had nearly begged for mercy.

Despite her words, her hand couldn't resist trailing over his chiseled abs. He caught her wandering hand, his voice filled with unsatisfied longing but still magnetic. "Don't tease me. I might not be able to hold back."

Chloe laughed, her face already striking, now even more so. Her dark eyes sparkled like stars, her lips red like fire, and her thick waves cascaded down her glowing back, making her skin look like a piece of art. A lazy smile tugged at her lips, highlighting the tiny beauty mark near her eye, enchanting like a siren's call.

As he watched her lounging like a cat in his arms, he felt the urge to devour her again.

"Don't be so stingy. I'll miss this when I can't have it anymore," Chloe teased, still smiling.

Suddenly, his expression stiffened, his demeanor cooling instantly. "What do you mean?"

Chloe sat up, tossing off the blanket and quickly getting dressed. She pulled a check from her purse and walked over to him.

"Babe, here's five million as compensation. And you can keep the villa, too."

She placed the check in his hand. But he showed no joy at receiving such a generous gift.

"Chloe, what do you mean?" His voice was dangerously low. He was clearly struggling to keep his anger in check.

Chloe’s face remained calm. She soothingly pinched his chin and gave him a kiss. "My husband is back. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to keep this up. Let's end it here."

The man's face darkened even more.

Chloe pecked his lips lightly. "Don’t be sad. If you ever run into trouble, you can still call me."

Then, Chloe picked up her purse and walked out of the room. She hadn't taken many steps before hearing something smash inside.

Chloe didn’t stop, just let out a wistful laugh. He had been her trophy boy for three years. There was no true love, only a facade. Still, such an abrupt breakup was indeed hard to accept.

Leaving the villa, Chloe drove straight to the airport. Her husband, Lucas, had taken his mistress abroad for three years and was now returning under family pressure.

"Chloe, although we were childhood sweethearts and dated for two years, I have no feelings for you.

"I only love Linda. If it weren't for my grandfather's coercion, I would never have married you."

"I won't touch you. That's my promise to Linda. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"All I can offer you is the title of my wife. Feel free to find a boyfriend if you can't stand the loneliness. I won't interfere, but you must not meddle in my affairs with Linda."

These were the words Lucas had said on their wedding night. Though three years had passed, Chloe remembered every word clearly.

The Meadows and the Moncada families had been close for generations, their friendship spanning three generations. Chloe was born into the Meadows family, while the Moncada family had a son. From birth, their marriage was arranged, and to foster a bond, they were made to play together from a young age, even spending holidays at each other’s homes.

Their relationship had always been good, naturally evolving into dating during their university years.