Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chloe was still in shock. Even after all this time, her heart wouldn't calm down.

Once the kids were finally asleep, she slipped into the bathroom. Standing in front of the huge mirror, she really looked at herself-really looked, maybe for the first

time ever.

She knew she'd lost her memory. Grayson had told her so many times: before all this, she was just a regular person. An orphan, parents gone, raised in foster care. She and Grayson were childhood friends-neighbors since elementary school, always close. They'd grown up together, fallen in love, gotten married right after college, had Aaron. The classic story.

But then their lives collided with someone powerful and cruel. He made their lives hell, used his influence to push them around, and nearly tore their family apart. In the end, all that pressure led to her car accident and her memory loss.

Afterward, Grayson took her far away, all the way to Japan. New names, new lives, finally free from that man's reach.

But tonight, for the first time, Chloe started to question Grayson's story.

According to him, her life had always been simple. She was shy, gentle, always getting picked on at school, and Grayson was the one who protected her.

But if that was true, how did she explain her own skills? Someone like her-could she really have been bullied?

Chloe stared at her reflection, and the more she looked, the more unfamiliar her own face seemed.

Meanwhile

Connor dragged Lucas into the room and tossed him onto the floor. Lucasnoveldrama

couldn't even get up-his wrist was dislocated.

"What did you do to my hand?" Lucas snapped.

Connor grabbed him by the collar, eyes flashing with real anger for the first time. "What were you trying to do to Chloe just now?"

Lucas shot back coldly, "What I do with my wife is none of your business."

Connor's voice was sharp. "Wife? You wish."

"In Chloe's heart, I'm her husband. Nothing you say can change that."

Connor shoved him back down. "Then why'd she throw you over her shoulder?"

He'd seen the whole thing-and the look of shock on Chloe's face, like she couldn't believe what she'd done.

Connor's expression was icy, but the corner of his mouth curled up in a hint of a smile. “Lucas, even

her memory, she still doesn't out

you."

"You two have been sleeping in separate rooms for years, haven't you?"

A flash of embarrassment crossed Lucas's face. "You don't know what you're talking about. We've always been together-tonight was just a fluke."

Lucas knew Connor was fishing for the truth. He must have noticed the room was filled with only Lucas's things. But if Lucas admitted it, he'd be out of moves.

Connor didn't look worried. He crouched down, his tone calm for the first time. "I don't care how you've lived these past two years. What matters is this: from now on, you don't touch her. This time, I just disfocated your arms. Next time, I'll break them."

A cold shiver ran down Lucas's back.

"Connor, what do you want? You locked me up, now you let me go—what are you after?"

Connor replied, "I want you to see it for yourself. Even without her memory, Chloe will choose me."

But that wasn't Connor's real plan. If he wanted to take Chloe away from Lucas, he'd have to tear off Lucas's mask first.

He couldn't just tell Chloe the truth-she'd never believe him. The only way forward was to let her see Lucas's true nature with her own eyes.