Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 888

Claire furrowed her brow, a familiar crease forming between her eyes. One look from the old butler, and the mercenaries nearby automatically stepped back,

giving her space.

She slid into the car behind the butler. The route they took was all too familiar; it led to the grand old theater. But why were they headed there?

Halfway through the ride, a thought struck her. "Where's Barrett?" she asked.

"Mr. Barrett is waiting for you at the theater," the butler replied, his voice calm and steady.

a bit. Barrett had always been just a plaything to her, like a loyal pet dog. She never truly cared for him.

at the grand theater. The butler stood outside, bowing slightly.

the theater stood open, beckoning her in. Claire stepped inside, her pace measured and deliberate. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with neglect, as though the place had been left

hung there, silent and ominous as if soaked

Memories of past performancenet

through her

last. Every show ended with the stage awash in blood. Of course, someone would clean up afterward, but the stains had seeped deep into the wood over time. The

nothing-no remorse, no guilt. To her, those lives were as inconsequential as ants. Yet, there was a time when she was kind-hearted and just. But the world hadn't returned her kindness. Since then, she saw

a noise interrupted her thoughts. It seemed to be coming from the stage. Claire moved closer, curiosity piqued. With each step, overhead lights flicked on, cascading in waves like an ocean of light. By the time she reached