Replacing A Shadow With My True Billionaire

For five whole years, I broke myself to pieces on motocross tracks, all to chase Chaim Barrett's obsession with extreme sports.

But on the very night I won my race, he sat in a VIP booth and read my viral romance novel aloud to everyone—every humiliating page of my one-sided devotion to him.

"Aislinn, I've only ever seen you as a little sister. Where did this filthy little mind of yours come from?"

My injured skin was still bleeding, while Chaim and his new fling made a joke of my pain, mocking everything I'd ever done.

They all believed I loved Chaim deeply. But no one knew that every time I looked into his eyes, I was really seeing the boy who vanished from my life eight years ago.

The moment I saw the replica ring at Chaim's throat—the same ring the boy used to wear—I finally woke up for good: he was not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the man I truly loved.

I hurled that black stud earring into the mud, turned my back without hesitation, and never looked back.

Because my real first love—the boy who is now a self-made billionaire—was coming home.