Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 28: Do You Hate Him?

I could hear Haze's screams and his bones breaking when I dislocated his right arm, and to be honest, it was so satisfying.

I took a step back, while he tried to stand up, but failed.

"You should thank me, Haze. Because even though you provoked my fucking patience, I'm still in my right mind," I said as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

People gasped at the scene. Some were even recording me, so I knew what was going to happen in the coming days.

But why the fuck would I care? I already dislocated his shoulder. I couldn't undo that.

I was about to leave, but I felt like telling him a secret he'd never forget.

"Let me tell you a secret, Haze," I whispered with a smirk. "I've killed someone before, and I won't hesitate to do it again if you mess with me," I added, whispering in his ear, which made his entire face turn pale.

MY HANDS were trembling as I held onto one of the cubicles in the bathroom. Even my legs were shaking uncontrollably.

I don't know where I got the courage earlier, but here I am now, barely able to stand.

"Don't fucking regret it, Sapphire. I-It's too late now," I told myself, but my heart says otherwise.

Some students were outside the cubicle, waiting for me to come out.

"Why is someone like her even allowed in our school? She has the manners of a street vendor. She doesn't deserve to be here."

"She's so poor, yet so shameless. She even caused a scene in the library earlier!"

"Does she think she can escape what she did? The Greensmith family is not someone she should have messed with. Especially not Haze," another student added. "Ash and Mason are rich, but Haze's family is more powerful in politics. Stupid woman."

I closed my eyes. Sapphire, stop listening to them. You're only hurting yourself.

me, making it hard to breathe. My heart was

drip from my forehead as an unwanted memory resurfaced in

"Please... don't."

being hurt at that moment, but I was more afraid of what I might do to him. "Stop playing hard to get. Come on, just once. I promise, just

it like it happened yesterday. I remember his scent, his hair, the black jacket and ripped jeans he wore, and even

kneeling in front of me, gently

anyone. Don't

us. I thought he was just going to ask for directions, but I ended up kneeling when he punched me in the

lustful expression in his

how to fight, but I didn't

miss. I'll let you go

then that I realized I had been staring blankly while

in my mind, but because of Haze and what I did

like them. My dad, Haze, Ash... they're all the

They're demons.

am,

the bathroom door, trying to calm myself down. I

it so quiet outside the bathroom

heard my question, someone

the door, spoke. "You can cry louder if you want. No one will hear you, and no one will judge you. I'll also leave the room, but I'll

are you helping me?" I

of thanking him, I asked him that question instead. It was my pride talking. I'm not used

like my real family rather

the hospital now. According to the news, someone dislocated his shoulder, and he was groaning in pain. I

he mad? Is that why he's here? To punish me for what

say sorry," I unconsciously said, stuttering

telling you to," he muttered and knocked on

us for the complete experience all for

to hear. Even the