Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

She always appeared so delicate and elegant, the epitome of grace and nobility. This was how Pax had always seen his mother. At all times, she exuded an air of dignity and elegance, serene as the moon in the sky. But that was before tonight. Claire held a delicate little porcelain bowl in her hand. "You didn't seem to eat much tonight, so I had someone prepare your favorite soup." She placed the bowl on the small table in the room.

Pax didn't move. He just stared at her intently.

Claire smiled at him. "What are you looking at, son?"

Pax suddenly asked, "Mom, why did you have to kill Uncle Connor?"

Claire, who had just sat down on the sofa and was about to lift the bowl, froze. Her hand jerked back as if it had been burned. She looked up, still maintaining a gentle smile. "Pax, what are you talking about?"

Pax's voice was calm and steady, almost mechanical. "I heard everything. You want to kill Uncle Connor. You called him the devil, the spawn of Satan. You want him dead. You want him to go to hell." Claire's expression turned icy cold.

threats, forcing him to decide their fate, driving him mad. Why? Why are you doing this? He's your full brother, the one who looks most like you among all your siblings. Why are you so

grew

Chloe and Diana to jump into the sea. Chloe's fate is unknown, and yet you feel no guilt. Grandma

"Shut up, Pax!"

dripping with blood. Drop by drop, the bright red blood seeped into the carpet, silent and stealthy. Claire frowned and moved closer, reaching for

uncle. Everyone might have the right to

erupted. "Enough!

a shield.

for me. I don't care about inkeriting the Sartori family's wealth, if it means losing our humanity