Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

“And cookies!” Cami raises her fist clutching a crayon in the air.

“Isabelle!” Lana throws her hands in the air.

I crack a smile. “No need to get embarrassed on my account.”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“Should I not tell him about how you wore his hoodie for a whole week?”

“You know what? I’m going to go take a walk off a very short dock now, thank you very much.” Lana moves to rise from the bench, but I snatch her hand first.

“I think it’s cute that you missed me.”

Her lips flatten into a thin line. “Cute? Because Isabelle isn’t the only one whose butt needs a new zip code.”

I wink. “Just how I like it.”

More people come to sit at our table, and the attention quickly shifts away from Lana. Similar to the dinner with my family, I am content with staying in the background and listening to everyone else speak. The stories they share range from two schoolteachers and an ongoing prank war, to how annoyed people are with Julian Lopez and his company buying up properties around the lake.

I feel like I’m no longer an outsider looking in but rather someone who belongs. It provides a sense of fullness I didn’t know I needed. In Chicago, I’m the Kane brother who lacked drive, ambition, and any goal besides being the family fuck-up. But here at Lake Wisteria, I’m just Cal, a somewhat normal guy who likes reading books, tipping people well, and spending time with his family.

I might be a billionaire, but no one around here treats me as such. They poke fun at my family’s company, my fancy car, and tease me endlessly about how in love I am with Lana.

I don’t mind it one bit as I spend most of our dinner laughing until my stomach aches. It’s not until Cami yawns and Lana calls it a night that I realize something.

Coming back to Lake Wisteria wasn’t just about finding myself, but about finding a family. A massive, three-hundred-person family who would drop everything to help one of their own, including my girls.

And hopefully me one day.





I flip the green chip, studying the writing engraved into the curved edge. After spending three months in AA, I feel stronger than ever. Everything seems to be going right for me. Once I show Leo the chip, I’m all set to move on with my life and leave the will in the past.

“Still committed to staying sober?” My father stands up beside me. The last few stragglers find their way out of the meeting room, leaving me alone with him.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

I release a soft laugh as I stand. My head clears his by a couple of inches. “You know what I find interesting?”

His dark gaze peers into me. “What?”

“I spent the better part of my life always making excuses for you. I thought that if you got sober, you would be better. Kinder. But it turns out, you’re just the same miserable person with or without alcohol. And you know why?”

His eyes narrow. “I’m sure you’ll tell me whether I care or not.”

“You hate yourself, and no amount of alcohol is going to change that. You’re a pathetic person with equally pathetic wishes who will never find happiness, whether you search for it at the bottom of a bottle or with an inheritance you don’t deserve.” With one final look at my father, I walk away, leaving him burning a hole into my back.

It wasn’t until I confronted my self-hatred that I realized my father and I shared the same issue. That he and I were two sides of the same coin, turning our hatred of ourselves into a weapon—him against the world and me against myself.

But unlike him, I’m here because I refuse to give up on myself.

Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever again.

Since I’m already in Chicago for the AA meeting, I decide to stay the night and attend the board meeting the following day. As much as I want to head back to Lake Wisteria, there are a few things I need to do before I can.

Declan sits at the head of the table, occupying my father’s usual spot.

“Where’s Seth?” the Head of Product Development asks.

“I will be standing in as CEO for the time being.” Declan doesn’t look up from his phone.

“And how long is that?” someone else asks.

“Indefinitely.” Declan doesn’t blink.

Rowan shoots me a puzzled look. I press my lips together to stop myself from smiling. Declan wanted to surprise Rowan about the pregnancy after today’s meeting while Iris has brunch with Zahra now to share the news.

The meeting is short. Business is good and everything is running as it should, minus Seth no longer sitting at the head of the table.

When Arnold, the Head of Acquisitions and Sales for the DreamStream Division, stands and gives his monthly report, I keep my mouth clamped shut. Rowan nudges me once, but I ignore him. I’ve spent the last three months speaking with Arnold privately, not that my brother is aware.

Turns out the solution wasn’t trying to fit myself into a company role but rather developing a role that fits me, my needs, and my interests. While I want to help the streaming company be the best version of itself, I don’t want to be in charge of the whole damn thing. Leadership isn’t my style. Becoming a consultant or something less obligatory is more my speed, all while giving me the ability to actually speak on behalf of the company and acquire new projects.