Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Her lips twitched, like she wanted to say something, but every word felt trapped in her throat, refusing to come out. Her whole body shook like a leaf caught in a storm. Her hands and face were still smeared with Barrett's blood, dark and sticky, reeking of something foul. She sat there, utterly dazed, as if she'd been shocked into silence.

Suzanne, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with Claire's reaction. She wore a look of sweet revenge, her smile wide and triumphant. "This is my special gift to you, Claire. Enjoy it," she said with a smirk. Straightening up, she turned to the butler and nearby staff, “Make sure she doesn't harm herself,” she instructed before leaving the theater.

The doors shut behind her, but inside, the lights stayed bright. Claire remained seated, cradling Barrett's lifeless body, frozen as if she were trapped in a never- ending nightmare.

Suzanne returned the next day. As she approached, the haunting sound of a melody greeted her ears. Entering the theater, she found Claire on stage, engulfed in her performance, dressed in a dramatic costume, singing with every fiber of her being. Next to her lay Barrett's decaying body, a stark contrast to her lively presence.

Claire's every move was executed with startling precision, her long sleeves fluttering in the air as her piercing, mournful voice echoed across the empty theater. The butler hurried toward Suzanne, whispering, "Madam, she seems out of her mind."

Suzanne chuckled softly, "Oh, it's not so easy to lose one's mind." She stepped onto the stage, but Claire seemed oblivious, lost in her own. world Drink, my king, and listen to the song, let your sorrows be danced away," Claire sang, her voice ringing clear and true. noveldrama

"Claire, someone's come to take you home," Suzanne announced with a smile. Claire didn't acknowledge her, continuing her solitary performance. "It's Connor. He's here," Suzanne added.

At the mention of Connor's name, Claire abruptly stopped. She stared at Suzanne, her expression a mix of calm and madness, "What did you say?"

Suzanne smirked, "I knew you

weren't crazy." Claire wasn't mad, not in the slightest. Her mind was sharper than ever. Last night, memories had come flooding back, overwhelming her. She saw O Connor's face vividly in her thoughts, trúly observing his features for the first time.

Before, her vision was clouded by a fierce hatred, making Connor's face seem monstrous. But now, looking back, she realized his face, his eyes, and his brows bore a resemblance to Hank. Yet, Connor looked more like her. As a child, Connor was irresistibly cute, pale and sweet like a snowball. Just a glance at him stirred an indescribable emotion within her. Connor was so adorable, you couldn't help but want to scoop him up in a hug.

But whenever that thought surfaced, she would harshly punish herself. A sharp blade would pierce her thigh, the searing pain stripping away any instinctive affection, leaving only a deep-seated hatred that clung to her very bones.