New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 476

Claire stood frozen in the middle of the ballroom, the festive hum of conversation and laughter swirling around her, distant and surreal.

The weight of Andre’s revelation pressed on her chest like a vise. Her mind felt like it was splitting apart, torn between the world she knew and the world that had just been thrust upon her. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her heart pounding painfully against her ribs.

Adrian’s hand rested gently on the small of her back, grounding her. “Claire, let’s step outside for a moment,” he whispered, his voice soothing, but filled with worry.

She nodded faintly, allowing him to guide her through the crowd. Their exit was seamless, a whisper of movement unnoticed by most of the guests. Once they reached the balcony, the crisp winter air bit into her skin, jolting her out of her stupor.

“I-I can’t believe what is happening? Am I dreaming? Was that a prank?” Claire asks in a slightly panic tone and disbelief.

She leaned against the cold stone railing, inhaling deeply. The night sky stretched above them, vast and speckled with stars, an indifferent witness to her turmoil.

Adrian stood beside her, his eyes searching her face. “Claire, calm down. Don’t panic. Let’s figure this put together, okay?” he said softly.

She closed her eyes briefly, then turned to him, her expression conflicted. “How could this happen, Adrian? How could my father keep something like this from me? A brother?” The word tasted foreign on her tongue, unfamiliar and unwelcome.

Adrian’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know, but you can’t blame yourself for this. You didn’t know.”

“But that’s the problem,” she said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t know. How many other secrets are buried in my past? How much of what I believed about my family is a lie?”

He stepped closer, cupping her cheek with his hand. “You’re not responsible for your father’s choices. What matters is who you are now, the life you’ve built, and the people who care about you.”

She leaned into his touch, drawing a shaky breath. “Andre was so angry. I could see the pain in his eyes. And I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Maybe fixing it isn’t the answer,” Adrian said carefully. “Sometimes, understanding and acceptance are more realistic. You don’t have to solve everything tonight.”

She nodded, though the knot in her chest remained. “You’re right. I need time to process this.”

Just then, Sandra stepped onto the balcony, her face lined with worry. “Claire, is everything okay? Some of the guests are starting to wonder where you are.”

Claire straightened, brushing a hand through her hair. She took a deep breath and forced a calm smile onto her face. “I’ll be right there, Sandra. Thank you.”

Sandra hesitated for a moment, then nodded and disappeared back inside.

Adrian squeezed Claire’s hand. “Are you sure you want to go back in? We can leave if you want.”

“No,” she said firmly. “I’m not letting this ruin the night. Mr. Saint Laurent entrusted me with this party, and I won’t let him down.”

She took another deep breath, her spine straightening. She was Claire Peterson, and she wouldn’t be thrown off course by this revelation — not tonight.

The warmth of the ballroom enveloped them as they returned. The soft glow of the chandeliers, the twinkling lights adorning the grand Christmas tree, and the gentle melody of a string quartet filled the air. Claire plastered on her best smile, greeting guests with the poise they expected from her.

Mr. Saint Laurent noticed her return and approached with a beaming smile. “There you are, my dear! The party has been a tremendous success. You’ve outdone yourself.”

Claire smiled, though it felt like a mask. “Thank you, Mr. Saint Laurent. I’m glad you’re pleased.”

He leaned in, his voice low and affectionate. “I knew you could do it. You’re stronger than you realize.”