New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 458 The Game in Motion

Eligos leaned back in his leather chair, a wicked grin plastered across his face. His sharp eyes were glued to the monitor, watching the live feed from a surveillance camera he had hacked into with a little help from his tech guy. The screen showed Claire Peterson and Andrea bumping into each other at a café in London. It was like watching an unscripted reality show, and Eligos was the mastermind producer. "Finally," he muttered, drumming his fingers on the desk. "The pieces are moving, just as I planned." He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the dimly lit room. The idea of Claire and Andrea crossing paths-two half-siblings completely unaware of each other's existence-was too delicious to resist. The emotional fallout he was orchestrating promised to be a spectacle, and Eligos loved a good spectacle. "Wait until Claire sees Andrea," he mused, tilting his head as if imagining her expression. "Priceless. Absolutely priceless."

Still grinning, Eligos glanced at another monitor showing Matthew lying unconscious in a hospital bed. The satisfaction he felt wasn't just from his plan working but also from knowing it was his hand that dealt the blow. The accident that left Matthew in this state was no coincidence. Oh no, Eligos had ensured his second-in-command's absence would cripple Claire's operations.

"Poor Claire," he said mockingly, taking a sip of whiskey. "Let's see if you can still hold everything together without your precious Matthew."

The memory of that botched kidnapping attempt flickered in his mind, souring his mood momentarily. He hated failures, and that one had been particularly humiliating. Claire had slipped right through his fingers. But this time, there would be no escape. His revenge, served cold, was hitting right where it hurt-her closest ally.

"Patience," he whispered to himself. "Play the cards right, and the jackpot will be mine."

Meanwhile, Claire Peterson wasn't feeling like herself. Every day, she made her way to the hospital to visit Matthew, hoping against hope that she'd walk in one day and find him awake, flashing that reassuring smile he always had.

Instead, the scene was painfully familiar: the steady beep of the machines, the faint scent of antiseptic, and Matthew, pale and motionless, hooked up to tubes and monitors. It was like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from.

"Any change?" Claire asked the doctor, her voice heavy with worry.

The doctor sighed, pulling his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I wish I had better news, Ms. Peterson. The head trauma he suffered was severe. Right now, all we can do is monitor his condition and hope for signs of improvement."

Hope. That word was starting to sound like an empty platitude to Claire. She nodded anyway, forcing herself to hold it together.

"Thanks, Doctor," she said quietly, not trusting her voice to say more.

owe me a lot of explanations when you wake up. Starting with why you didn't tell

was the rhythmic beeping

to leave me with all this, okay?" Claire's voice cracked slightly. "I need you. And not just because you're good at paperwork

as silent as a library after hours, except for the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Claire sat beside Matthew's

felt deep in her

of course. Just the rhythmic rise and fall of Matthew's chest and the maddeningly steady beep from the

been blunt: "The impact caused significant trauma to his

certainty, no hope she could cling to. "Claire," came a soft

in the doorway, a small bouquet of flowers

Sandra," Claire said, standing up quickly. "You didn't have to come all

my friend too, you know. Besides, you look

weak smile as Sandra placed the flowers on the small table by

her head, biting her lip to keep her emotions in check. "No. The doctors... they're not sure when he'll wake up. Or

the sentence. Sandra placed a comforting hand

Claire said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I need him

been alone, Claire Peterson? You've got a

different. He's always been the one I

didn't argue. She knew better than to try and convince Claire otherwise. Instead,

nervously in his tiny flat. Bumping into Claire earlier had shaken him to his core. At first, he thought he was ready to meet his half-siblings turns out he wa was not. After his first task that Eligos gave him, he headed to the restroom to