Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 290

Before Ruben became infamous as a director who drove contestants to the brink in survival game shows, he was already known for his madness. So, when it was announced he was helming a dating reality show, people were more nervous than excited. Would it turn out to be a delightful surprise or a total nightmare?

Suggestions for renaming the show started pouring in: “Die If You Don’t Date,” “Date or Turn Savage?,” and “Mom, the Director’s Forcing Me to Find a Partner.”

[I must be a bit twisted to be so excited about this. I’ve watched survival shows and dating shows, but never a combo of both. The anticipation is killing me. *rubbing hands in giddy excitement*]

Chloe was dumbfounded.

When Tony had called it a “government-funded holiday,” she had pictured herself sipping piña coladas under the Maldivian sun, not marooned on a deserted island.

The primary reason for her participation was to dodge Pax. Yet, somehow, Pax had also managed to follow her, and Connor was there.

Chloe was definitely not happy.

Pax ambled over to Chloe’s side. He looked down, a dimple appearing, his voice soft. “Chloe, my heart-flutter vote is yours every day.”

Chloe’s face was expressionless; her typically radiant face was now as dull as a dead fish. Even her beautiful eyes had lost their sparkle. Her voice was flat, mechanical. “You vote for me, and I’ll smash your head in.”

Pax wasn’t fazed. “Don’t be so mean, Chloe. Let’s just have some fun.”

Chloe couldn’t find any joy. Suddenly, she spoke up, “I want to withdraw from the show.”

Chloe raised her hand. “I want out. I’ll pay the breach of contract fee.”

When she signed up, Chloe noted the fee was twenty million. It wasn’t a small amount, but she could afford it. Staying would mean falling into Claire’s trap, a fate worse than losing twenty million.

Chloe announced her intention to leave, but the broadcast team remained silent. She repeated herself several times, but there was still no response.

The drone led them to a cluster of palm trees on the beach.

They found several large parcels. Upon opening them, they discovered materials for setting up tents.

Pax checked the contents. “Looks like we can set up two large tents. Let’s get our shelter ready first.”

Faith spoke up, “Now that we have somewhere to stay, what about food? Surely, the production team won’t leave us hanging.”

The broadcast voice chimed in again. “You are on your own now,”

Faith was exasperated.

Diana seemed worried, tugging at Connor’s sleeve. “Uncle Connor, what should we do?”