Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

This is why Claire's hatred for Connor runs so deep. He's the descendant of those who tormented her, and she poured all her resentment onto him. Finally, she realized why Connor was so obsessed with her. Why, at just ten years old, after Claire had pushed him into the pool, he lost all will to live.

It was because the person who wished him harm, who wanted him dead, was his own mother. And Connor had known this from the tender age of ten.

Chloe was stunned, cold sweat trickling down her spine as a chill gripped her heart. She could barely wrap her head around it. How did Connor manage all those years, burdened with such dark and painful truths as a child? How did he face it all? His young heart must have been filled with fear, helplessness, and despair, even to the point of self-loathing.

For any child, the cruelest, most brutal, painful, and hopeless thing in the world is a mother's deep-seated hatred. Chloe suddenly remembered ten-year-old Connor standing by the river. She had asked him, "Why do you want to die, brother?"

With an expression as empty as his heart felt, young Connor had replied, "Because no one wants me to live." What kind of despair could drive a child to utter such words?

Tears slipped from Chloe's eyes as she watched Connor's silhouette, feeling her heart shatter. Claire, on the other hand, couldn't handle the truth. It hit her like a ton of bricks, and she started to tremble. Her expression turned wild and frantic, "Don't call me mom! I'm not your mother! You're a ghost of the past, a cursed child meant to torment me!"

Claire's face twisted in terror: "I'm not your mother! You're not my son!"

Connor smiled, but it was unclear if what streamed from his eyes were tears or blood. The crimson mix gave his eyes a demonic glow against his pale face, making him look like a specter risen from the depths of hell.

"Didn't you carry me for nine months and bring me into this world?" he asked. "I know you hate me and wish I were dead. From the start, you've tormented and persecuted me. Yet, it was you who brought me into this dirty, cruel world. I don't understand-if you despise me so much, why did you give birth to me? If you loathe my bloodline, why bring me here?"

"You gave birth to me, but you abandoned me," Connor said with a dry laugh. "I never hoped for the warmth of a normal mother; I just

wished you wouldn't hurt me. I wasnoveldrama

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terrified, but even that small wish

was beyond reach."

Connor's tears flowed endlessly, carrying years of grievance and pain. "Do you know how I survived all these years? Did you know I was too scared to even close my eyes to sleep as a child?"

"Back then, I was just a kid, yet I had to bear all your hatred and wrath. What did I do wrong? Tell me, what did I do wrong?"

Claire trembled at Connor's relentless questioning, her expression turning manic. She screamed hoarsely, "Your birth was a mistake."

"But it was you who brought me into this world!" Connor shouted back.