New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 476 Andre Showing up

Claire stood frozen in the middle of the ballroom, the festive hum of conversation and laughter swirling around her, distant and surreal.

The weight of Andre's revelation pressed on her chest like a vise. Her mind felt like it was splitting apart, torn between the world she knew and the world that had just been thrust upon her. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her heart pounding painfully against her ribs.

Adrian's hand rested gently on the small of her back, grounding her. "Claire, let's step outside for a moment," he whispered, his voice soothing, but filled with worry.

She nodded faintly, allowing him to guide her through the crowd. Their exit was seamless, a whisper of movement unnoticed by most of the guests. Once they reached the balcony, the crisp winter air bit into her skin, jolting her out her stupor.

"I-I can't believe what is happening? Am I dreaming? Was that a prank?" Claire asks in a slightly panic tone and disbelief.

She leaned against the cold stone railing, inhaling deeply. The night sky stretched above them, vast and speckled with stars, an indifferent witness to her turmoil.

Adrian stood beside her, his eyes searching her face. "Claire, calm down. Don't panic. Let's figure this put together, okay?" he said softly.

She closed her eyes briefly, then turned to him, her expression conflicted. "How could this happen, Adrian? How could my father keep something like this from me? A brother?" The word tasted foreign on her tongue, unfamiliar and unwelcome.

Adrian's jaw tightened. "I don't know, but you can't blame yourself for this. You didn't know."

"But that's the problem," she said, her voice trembling. "I didn't know. How many other secrets are buried

in my past? How much of what I believed about my family is a lie?"

He stepped closer, cupping her cheek with his hand. "You're not responsible for your father's choices. What matters is who you are now, the life you've built, and the people who care about you."

She leaned into his touch, drawing a shaky breath. "Andre was so angry. I could see the pain in his eyes. And I don't know how to fix this."

said carefully. "Sometimes, understanding and

remained. "You're right. I need

worry. "Claire, is everything okay? Some of the guests are starting to

through her hair. She took a deep breath and forced a calm smile onto her face.

a moment, then nodded and disappeared back

you sure you want to go back

night. Mr. Saint Laurent entrusted me with this party, and I won't

deep breath, her spine straightening. She was Claire Peterson, and

the ballroom enveloped them as they returned. The soft glow of the chandeliers, the twinkling lights adorning the grand Christmas tree, and the gentle melody of a string quartet filled the air. Claire plastered

with a beaming smile. "There you are,

it felt like a mask. "Thank you, Mr.

leaned in, his voice low and affectionate. "I knew you

heart, a small balm to the chaos inside her. She nodded, squeezing

the room,

the cracks forming beneath Claire's perfect facade. The confusion, the pain it was all

his plan unfolding. But he wasn't done yet. This

dialed a number. Andre answered after a few rings, his

said smoothly. "You did well for your first real

was tight. "Really? I don't know but somehow It didn't feel good. I feel bad for

narrowed, his

sharpening. Don't grow a

this. You want revenge, don't you? She is living a good life while you are struggling to even fulfill your daily meals and yet you

while scratching his head. "I mean half

one. You'll get what you deserve trust me.” He ended the call abruptly, a dark satisfaction washing over him. Claire Peterson's world was about to unravel and he would be there to watch every

the crowd, smiling