Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Deep down, everyone could feel it.

Maybe this was a setup-the kind of cruel, elaborate trap that shatters lives and hearts alike.

Connor's face was frozen in disbelief, struggling to accept what he'd just learned. He'd always considered himself the smart one. But now? There was no room left for denial.

He finally saw it: the so-called love between Claire and Hank was nothing but a masterfully planned lie. Every step had been calculated, every move deliberate a manipulative game that had played out for years.

Epic love stories? Soulmates who'd die for each other? Selfless devotion, undying loyalty? It was all smoke and mirrors. The truth was uglier: a decade-long con, with Claire as the victim, her life dismantled piece by piece.

The realization hit Connor like a tidal wave. First came the shock, then a pain so deep it almost left him numb. What could be sadder than this? Claire had spent her entire life obsessed with the man who orchestrated her downfall. Even on her deathbed, she still missed him.

Connor remembered how Claire had hated him for years-believing he was born of sin, that his father had been the monster who ruined her. Now, he understood: Claire's hatred had always been justified.

He almost laughed at the irony. And then, in a sudden rush, all his old anger and resentment just... vanished. Claire had every right to feel the way she did. His birth had been a curse on her life, after all. So in that moment, Connor let go—-of the bitterness, the hurt, all the grudges he'd nursed for so long. Only sadness remained-for Claire, and for himself.

Chloe watched him, quietly. She could see the storm raging inside him, feel the devastation behind his eyes. To survive a life like his—a mother who tormented him, a father who broke her-how could anyone come out whole?

She walked over and gripped his hand, holding him steady. Connor glanced at her, and slowly, the storm in his eyes began to calm.

Finally, he spoke. "I can't accept that I'm the child of a monster. As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Grevenberg and I—there's nothing between us. Not now, not ever."

He sounded steady, completely in control again. The truth was cruel-harsher than anything he'd imagined. But for the first time, he felt a strange relief. At least Claire had never known the full story. If she had, her life would've been even more unbearable.

Killian just smiled, his tone cool and even. "No matter what you say, you're still part of the Grevenberg bloodline."noveldrama

Connor scoffed. "Just because you say it doesn't make it real. Even if it's true, I'll never accept it. Blood means nothing after a hundred years,

we're all just dust. I won't let hot ne

control me. I won't hate you, won't recognize you, and I won't care if you live or die. We'll always be strangers, Mr. Grevenberg. Don't waste your time on me. If you want answers for the things you've done, go find them yourself."

His voice was calm, steady-unshakeable.

For a second, something flickered in Killian's eyes, a brief flash of emotion. And

Grant saw everything every last detail.