Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Connor finally broke the silence, "What did Claire tell you?"

Chloe still looked dazed, like she hadn't fully come back to reality yet. She remembered, just as she had once again refused Claire's demand to kill Diana, Claire had ordered her to go on stage. The heavy curtains slowly parted once more, revealing two bodies lying there. It's the opera artists. Blood trickled from their necks, their bodies submerged in crimson. The entire stage was drenched in blood red. Chloe was nearly dumbstruck. For a moment, she couldn't tell if it was a performance that was all too real or horrifyingly genuine. She froze for a few seconds before snapping back. She rushed forward to check on the two. Their bodies were already ice-cold...

Chloe recoiled in terror, stepping back until she almost tumbled off the stage. Just then, several bodyguards came up and carried the bodies away, their faces expressionless, indifferent, as if they were just moving props. It seemed they had done this countless times before.

Chloe's voice trembled, "Why? Why did you have to kill them?"

Claire smiled, "They sacrificed for art. A performance like this, truly shakes the heart, grand and immortal, don't you think?"

Fear was written all over Chloe's face. Though she had seen a lot and considered herself worldly, it was in this moment she felt like she was in hell. The devil was right beside her. Just half an hour ago, these two were alive and vibrant on stage. Now, they were cold corpses. Claire was a true psychopath, an extreme one.

born to die for the play. From the first rehearsal, they knew this fate awaited them. To have you witness this grand visual feast with me

fingers tightly. "Ms. Chloe, you don't need to pity them. They volunteered. Their sacrifice for art brought their

the threat in Claire's words. "My parents disowned me long ago.

disowned you, but what about Ann?" Chloe's fingers

live. I will make sure your biological mother enjoys her life far more than Leah ever could, a hundred, a thousand times better.

golden gun was placed in the bag. Claire handed the bag to Chloe, "This bag, custom-made

"And if I refuse?"

"Then

ver leave this island

and your mother's

miserable as you can