Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

"Just end it for me, please! Let Chloe go!" Connor's voice was raw with desperation.

Claire's eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she locked eyes with Connor. "You'll meet your end soon enough, but until then, you're going to suffer."

"Take a good look," she commanded, her voice dripping with malice. "Watch how your beloved Chloe writhes in agony."

Claire's laughter echoed coldly, her expression twisted with madness. "And your child... oh, the sweet irony..."

Connor's eyes were bloodshot, his jaw clenched tight. "Claire, you're out of your mind!"

With a shift in demeanor, Claire's laughter quieted, and she regained her composure. She sank into a nearby chair, exuding a chilling calmness. "Mary, fetch me a cup of coffee. I want to enjoy this show tonight."

Their pain and despair were like fuel for her tortured soul, offering a brief respite from her own inner turmoil.

Connor felt utterly helpless, reduced to pleading. "Big sis, I'm begging you. Do whatever you want with me, but please, let Chloe go."

Claire took a sip of her coffee, gracefully blowing away the steam. "I've been waiting for this day, Connor."

Connor, desperate, bowed his head to the floor in front of Claire, his forehead soon slick with blood. "If it's revenge you want, take my life. Just let Chloe be. Kill me, torture me-I won't resist."

"If the thought of my lineage living on is unbearable, I'll have Chloe end the pregnancy."

Connor continued to bow, his blood mingling with tears. "But not like this. I'm begging you."

Tears streamed relentlessly down Chloe's face. Now it made sense why Connor had urged her to end the pregnancy. Claire couldn't stand the thought of that child existing.

Connor must have realized from the start that leaving this place alive was a long shot. Every word he spoke felt like a goodbye.

Chloe had never seen Connor so broken. He cried, shouted, pleaded helpless as a child. His entire body was stained with blood, like he'd clawed his way out of the depths of hell. noveldrama

But no matter his pleas, Claire remained unmoved. Chloe could see the enjoyment she took in Connor's submission, his despair, his gut-wrenching agony. Claire fed her twisted soul with his hopelessness and fear.

Chloe understood too well that no amount of begging would change Claire's mind. She'd only become more merciless.

"Connor," Chloe's voice was firm, "don't waste your breath on her. It's just a body, and in a hundred years dust returns to dust. Claire, if you think this will break me or turn me into someone as deranged as you, you're wrong."

"As long as I draw breath, I'll live fully." Chloe's gaze was steady as she faced Claire. "I'll bask in the sunlight, vibrant and happy."

Chloe laughed defiantly. "I won't end up like you-shiny on the outside but rotting within, worse than the stench of a sewer."

"Claire, no matter what you do, you can't break me. Even if today is my last, I'll remain pure and noble, shining like the sun, inside and out."