Daddy’s billionaire step-brother
Chapter 60: Welcome to Mykonos, Mrs. Belfort

The night felt magical, otherworldly even, as Clara lay wrapped in Adrian's arms. Their bodies were still warm and slick from the heat of passion, their breaths softening into a shared rhythm. The quiet of the night seemed to embrace them, the only sound being the gentle rustling of the silk sheets beneath them.

Clara nuzzled closer to Adrian, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin, and she felt a contentment she hadn't known in so long, a feeling of safety that she thought had been lost forever. She smiled, almost to herself, before whispering, "You were so gentle with me tonight."

Adrian looked down at her, his hand gently stroking her hair. He hesitated for a moment before replying, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "I didn't want to wake up the baby."

Clara laughed, a soft and melodic sound, her body shaking slightly in his arms. It was a laugh that carried away the weight of all the fear and uncertainty she'd been holding onto for so long. For the first time in weeks, she felt lighter, free, as if a heavy cloud had finally lifted from her chest. The tension between them, the cold distance that had plagued them for days, had melted in the warmth of the night.

They lay there in a comfortable silence, the moonlight casting a silver glow through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft, ethereal light. Clara felt excited for the future this new phase of her life. The ache of her past was slowly being replaced by something new, something fragile but hopeful.

She let out a soft sigh, her fingers still brushing across Adrian's chest. "I feel... different," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet joy.

Adrian's grip around her tightened slightly, his thumb brushing across her shoulder in a soothing motion. "How so?" he asked, his voice low, almost as if he were afraid to disturb the peace they had found in that moment.

Clara thought for a second before replying, "Lighter. Like I can finally breathe." She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with a renewed sense of hope. "For the first time in a long time, I feel like... like everything might actually be okay."

Adrian's eyes softened, though his expression remained guarded. He didn't speak, but the way he held her, the way his fingers brushed through her hair, spoke volumes.

For tonight, they were safe. For tonight, there was no past, no future-only the two of them, tangled in the stillness of the night, wrapped in each other's arms, daring to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could truly be different. Clara and Adrian flew to Greece in a private jet. The sky was a brilliant blue as they descended toward the island, and Clara could see the shimmering waters of the Aegean Sea below them.

When the plane finally touched down in Mykonos, Clara's heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was where they would start fresh, in this beautiful place where no one knew them, no one cared about their past. As they stepped out of the jet, the cool breeze greeted them, carrying the scent of salt and sun.

A black luxury car was waiting for them on the tarmac, polished and sleek. The driver, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, approached them with a respectful nod. He opened the door for Clara, a small but genuine smile on his face. "Welcome to Mykonos, Mrs. Belfort," he said warmly.

Clara felt a slight flutter in her chest at the sound of her new name. Mrs. Belfort. It rolled off his tongue easily, as if it had always been hers. She glanced at Adrian, who stood beside her, tall and composed, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like she belonged-like this was where she was meant to be. She returned the driver's smile, a soft warmth spreading through her. "Thank you," she said quietly, stepping into the car.

As they drove through the winding roads of Mykonos, the mansion slowly came into view a sprawling estate perched high on a cliff overlooking the endless blue sea. It was breathtaking, with its whitewashed walls, infinity pool, and terraces that seemed to stretch toward the horizon. Clara couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This was their home now, at least for a little while.

Adrian sat beside her in the car, silent as ever, but his hand rested on hers, a quiet assurance that, despite everything, they were in this together. Clara gazed out at the water, feeling good-truly good-for the first time in a long time. The weight of the past hadn't vanished, but here, she felt lighter, the sound of her new name still echoing in her ears.