Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 2: A Paradise With The Devil

ASH is not just rich and influential, but he's also a hot mess. A seductive hot mess. Many girls are infatuated with him, probably because of his good looks and charm, which I can't deny. He had that black curly hair and eyes that could penetrate someone's soul.

Guys like him don't know how to love. They just know how to f. uck and switch girls as if they were changing clothes. I've never seen him get serious with any girl. He often targets quiet girls, ensnaring them with his charm, only to leave them once he gets bored.

Is it because he's rich? Handsome? Freakin' influential? Is he so bored with his life that he gets a thrill out of making girls cry and playing with their hearts?

"What a ruthless jerk," I muttered while walking back home. "But as long as he doesn't bother me, everything will be fine."

Our conversation earlier should be the first and last. I don't want to be associated with him further. I

He's a bad influence on everyone. He's making good girls go bad.

However, I am not a good girl either.

"LOOKS like you're coming home late every day now," my dad said to me the moment I stepped into our house.

I had literally just set foot inside the door. I hadn't even put my left foot down yet, but there he was in front of me, his hand on his hips, scolding me.

"There's just a lot to do at school," I answered as I removed my two-inch black shoes and socks. "I'm not doing anything wrong if that's what you're thinking."

Despite my anger toward him, I still showed my respect. But the question is, does he really deserve it? Respect is earned, not given. He doesn't even deserve the politeness I'm showing him right now.

After all the horrible things he's done, I don't know how I still manage to face him, and I don't understand how he can scold me now, after everything that happened four years ago.

to change clothes. My uniform

though I couldn't see my dad, I could

never remove the

asked my dad as I came out of my room. "As long as you're here, Dad." Even though I didn't want to, I suddenly gave him a sharp look while tightly gripping my clothes. "As long as you're here..." "What an ungrateful child!" he shouted, and before

though I wanted to touch it, I didn't. Instead, I tightened my

I am

I faced my father, who looked at me

am no

so disrespectful?!

sweet smile. This was how my dad used to manipulate us. It was with this smile that he captured

while I thought he was someone I could look up to. I

he's not. He's a monster-Someone who

so even though I'm exhausted, I have to juggle my studies and work because of you.

life, but here at home, I'm different. I'll say what I want to say. I'll do

able to respond, so I took that opportunity to walk out of the house to cool my head somehow. I'm curious about where Mom is because she's not at

need some

walked, I allowed my feet to lead me wherever they may. Lost in thought, I realize how far I've come, and I'm not

asked myself as I

a place with a water fountain in the center, surrounded by numerous trees. The place looks beautiful. It's serene yet peaceful at

softly call out to him as I see the demon leaning against one of

no matter how much I tried to decipher it, I couldn't figure out what he wanted to convey to me with his look.