Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 897

Over the years, what had she really done to Connor?

When he was just a baby, she tried to smother him more than once. At two, she left him shivering in cold water on purpose. By the time he was five, she had abandoned him at an amusement park for three days and nights. At eight, she locked him away in a basement for days. Then, when he was ten, she pushed him into a pool, standing by as he sank beneath the water.

All these memories flashed vividly through Claire’s mind, each one feeling like a dagger, cutting her deeply. The pain struck her to her very core. It was so overwhelming she wished for death. She had done so many terrible things in her life, and she knew it all too well. Aware that hell awaited her, she had never felt an ounce of guilt. To her, the world was just a dark playground, and everyone, including herself, was merely a toy.

But now, guilt was like sharp thorns growing inside her, piercing her from within, leaving her a bloody mess. Connor was her child with Colin. Why did fate have to be so cruel? What had she done all these years? She had tormented her own flesh and blood, their legacy. Claire questioned the universe again and again, but silence was her only answer. She remembered Connor once telling her, “I am your karma!” She had laughed it off back then, no longer fearing retribution. But now, she felt the truth of those words with every fiber of her being. The pain was beyond anything she could imagine, worse than dying a hundred times.

She couldn't even think about it without wanting to end her own life. She could die, but not yet. Not while Suzanne, that wicked woman, was still alive. If she had to go to hell, she’d drag Suzanne with her. Everything that had happened was Suzanne’s doing. To get back at her, Suzanne had spun a twisted web over decades. All those years, she knew Connor was her son, yet she watched Claire and Connor tear each other apart, probably relishing every second. Suzanne had kept a low profile, humble and unnoticed for years. Who could have guessed she was so capable of such madness?

In a flash, Claire grabbed Suzanne’s throat. “Suzanne, we’re going to hell together, you witch.” But Suzanne didn’t fight back; she just smiled and said, “Kill me, and Connor dies too.” Claire let go, stunned. “What did you say?” Suzanne’s neck bore the marks of Claire’s fingers, and she coughed a bit before speaking again. “You know there are countless explosives beneath this island. If I set them off, the whole place will blow.”

Claire’s face went pale with fear. “What kind of madness is this?”

Indeed, hidden beneath the island were enough explosives to rival a small nuclear bomb, capable of sinking the entire place into the ocean. This paradise island was her secret haven, a place to curry favor with the world’s elite and conduct her black market dealings. But those secrets had to remain hidden. If exposed, she’d blow the island to smithereens, erasing it from existence. The explosives were well-hidden, and Suzanne had only owned the island for two weeks. How did she know so much?

Suzanne remained calm. “They’ve already landed on the island. I’ll soon be leaving by helicopter.”