Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 622

Claire stared down at Madeline with icy, glittering eyes, like a snake eyeing its prey.

“So you stabbed Lucy, stirred everything up online, just so the Ballard family would see my face and come find us? You wanted a way into their world, didn’t you?”

“That’s right.” Claire’s eyebrow lifted in a smug little arch. “Too bad the Ballards are even more guarded than I thought, and you’re a lot harder to handle than I gave you credit for. Otherwise, I’d already be Ms. Ballard by now.”

Madeline brushed Claire’s hand off, her voice sharp with mockery. “Oh, is that so? Let me guess, you did it all out of revenge… or maybe it was just plain greed? If you cared about the Graysons so much, why would you hurt your own adoptive mom, just to frame me and blow things up?”

“That was never supposed to happen. It was Helene’s fault. My plan never included hurting Lucy.”

“But you did hurt her.” Madeline’s eyes were cold. “Claire, even if what you said about my mother is true, don’t pretend you’re some noble victim. You didn’t steal my identity just to get revenge. You did it because you want the Ballard fortune for yourself.”

Claire’s jaw tightened, but she grabbed Madeline by the collar, laughter leaking out cruel and bitter. “Shut up. What gives you, a murderer’s daughter, any right to judge me? Your mom owed me. All of you did. So what if I took what I wanted?”

Just then, the door swung open and Carter stepped in.

“Miss, we brought him.”

Claire barely glanced at Carter before tossing Madeline aside. “Bring him in.”

A man was dragged into the room, and when Madeline got a clear look, her breath hitched. It was Luke.

“Claire, are you seriously going to break your promise?”

“My promise? And what, you were planning to play by the rules when you brought that recorder to set me up? Don’t act like you’re better than me.”

A sly smile curled on Claire’s lips. “But hey, maybe we can make this more interesting. I don’t really want more people dying, so how about a little game?”

She clapped, signaling her entourage. They handed her two small white bottles, and she weighed them thoughtfully in her palms.

“One bottle holds the antidote for him. The other one… well, if you take those pills, I’ll give him the cure. So technically, I’m not breaking my word at all. My goal was always to get rid of you. You die, he lives. Sounds fair, don’t you think?”