Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Suzanne chuckled, "But Claire, you can't let them find out that I'm the one who owns this island."

"I'll be keeping an eye on you through the cameras. If you let the secret slip, I'll make sure they all vanish without a trace."

Suzanne picked up the bronze sword again and tossed it at Claire's feet. "And just so you know, you're not walking off this island alive either."

Claire got the message loud and clear. Suzanne wanted her to end her own life. If Claire stayed alive, those secrets wouldn't stay buried forever. Suzanne had spent thirty years scheming, crafting this elaborate plan, all leading up to this moment.

With no room for negotiation, Suzanne pressed on. "Claire, letting you see your son before you die-that's my little gift to you."

Claire trembled, stepping back. "No, I don't want to see him."

Suzanne grabbed her chin firmly. "You're not dying until you've faced him!"

"I want to see how you handle the truth when you look into his eyes. I want you to see his hatred and remember it for the rest of your life. Go to your grave with regret and remorse."

"Claire, if you mess up this scene, I'll make sure both your sons go down with you!"

Suzanne shoved an earpiece into Claire's ear. "This show ends when I say it does."

Claire was shoved forcefully to the ground, feeling utterly powerless. She was like a puppet, strings pulled by someone else. Humiliation and hatred churned within her, yet she didn't even have the option to choose death.

Claire's hands shook. Suzanne towered over her, dressed in a sky-blue gown with a snow-white mink stole. The colors were as vivid as a clear sky, as serene as a calm lake, giving her an air of gentle elegance. Despite not being a classic beauty, Suzanne had a delicate charm. A life of comfort had graced her with a touch of refined nobility. Yet her words were as cold

as ice, like a dark curse.

"Claire, nail this last scene. Don't let all those lessons from my friend go to waste,"

Suzanne instructed before turning on her heels and leaving.

Once again, Claire was alone on the vast stage. Even the old butler, the servants, and the mercenaries watching her had cleared out. Claire sat on the floor for a moment, then suddenly stood up. Next to the stage was a dark glass panel. She faced it, tidying her appearance. She slipped into her costume, picked up the scattered hair ornaments, and meticulously fixed her hair.

Before long, she was back on stage. Chloe and Connor had landed on the island with their older brother Kash and his elite squad. Everything was set. Claire was here. The island's mysterious owner had given them permission to capture the fugitive. But they were under strict orders-not a word about the owner's identity or Claire's

connection to them. Their job wasnoveldrama

simple: take Claire away.

The island was eerily quiet. Kash broke the silence, "The intel says Claire's in the

grand theater on the southeast side." The team quickly made their way to the theater's entrance, where Claire's singing echoed through the halls...