Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 897

Over the years, what had she really done to Connor?

When he was just a baby, she tried to smother him more than once. At two, she left him shivering in cold water on purpose. By the time he was five, she had abandoned him at an amusement park for three days and nights. At eight, she locked him away in a basement for days. Then, when he was ten, she pushed him into a pool, standing by as he sank beneath the water.

she wished for death. She had done so many terrible things in her life, and she knew it all too well. Aware that hell awaited her, she had never felt an ounce of guilt. To her, the world was just a dark playground, and everyone, including herself, was

to be so cruel? What had she done all these years? She had tormented her own flesh and blood, their legacy. Claire questioned the universe again and again, but silence was her only answer. She remembered Connor once telling her, "I am your karma!" She had laughed it off back then, no longer fearing retribution. But now, she felt

it without wanting to end her own life. She could die, but not yet. Not while Suzanne, that wicked woman, was still alive. If she had to go to hell, she'd drag Suzanne with her. Everything that had happened was Suzanne's doing. To get back at her, Suzanne had spun a twisted web over decades. All those years, she knew Connor was her son, yet she watched Claire and

back; she just smiled and said, "Kill me, and Connor dies too." Claire let go, stunned. "What did you say?" Suzanne's neck bore

went pale with fear. "What kind