Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



The door clicked shut, and an unsettling silence filled the room. Cassie had finally broken free from Winston's grip. "Winston, can you please not go off the deep end?" she pleaded.

But Winston was already seeing red. "Cassie, why are you doing this to me? Why are you tormenting me?"

"How exactly am I tormenting you? Have I done something unforgivable?"

"You're living with Chloe, and I can't wrap my head around it. You're supposed to be with me!" Winston's voice was a mix of anger and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"And what's so wrong with living with Chloe? Is it against the law?"Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"She's a woman, and more than that, she's married. Living with her is morally wrong, no boundaries at all."

"So am I!" Cassie couldn't hold it in any longer and blurted out.

Winston looked like he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. He stepped back, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What did you just say?"

Cassie hadn't planned on revealing the truth this way. She had wanted a better moment, but there was no turning back now. Feeling a wave of awkwardness, she scratched her head and mumbled again, "Yeah, I'm a woman."

Winston's brows were furrowed tight, his expression turning icy. "Cassie, are you really using such a ridiculous excuse to avoid our issues?"

He couldn't believe it. Cassie, a woman? Impossible. She had always been a boy, right from childhood. The house help called her "young master." She wore boys' clothes. They even used to fish in the creek in just shorts during summer.

Seeing Winston still trapped in disbelief, Cassie stepped forward, took his hand, and pressed it against her chest. At home, she didn't bother with binding her chest. Winston felt the softness beneath his hand, as if struck by lightning. He stood frozen, eyes locked on Cassie's chest.

Cassie, with her usual flamboyant

floral shirts, had always dressed like a stylish rogue. Her shirts were always oversized, hanging loosely Now, the top two buttons were undone, hinting at the curves below. Winston's throat tightened, but he still couldn't process it. "Cassie, did you have gender reassignment surgery?"

Annoyed, Cassie punched him gently in the chest. "You're the one who had surgery."

She began to strip off her shirt. "Take a good look. I'm a woman. Can you see that now?"

Cassie stood there in just her bra.

Her figure was tall and graceful, her waist slim, curves stunning-a supermodel's build. Usually, her

body was hidden beneath baggy

hoodies or loose suits. Winston had never imagined what might be underneath. No matter how much he speculated, he couldn't have pictured this.

Her skin was fair, waist delicate, chest full, and her collarbones delicate like a butterfly. Just a glance was enough to set the pulse racing. Winston was dumbstruck by the sight. He couldn't believe it was real, Cassie, a woman? How could it be? They'd spent so much time together, and he'd never suspected a thing. But now, he was mesmerized by the scene in front of him, his brain turning to mush. His face flushed visibly.

"Uh, maybe you should put your shirt back on first?" he stammered.