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.

breathing ragged. It felt like something was choking me, making it hard to breathe.

as an unwanted

"Please... don't."

onto his hands, crying and begging him not to hurt me. I wasn't afraid of being hurt at that moment, but I was more afraid of what I might do to him. "Stop playing hard

I remember his scent, his hair, the black jacket and ripped jeans he wore, and

front of me,

don't want to hurt anyone. Don't do this..."

he was just going to ask for

dirty, lustful expression

fight, but I didn't want

I'll let you go

on cue, I returned to reality. It was only then that

painful memory I tried to bury deep in my mind, but because of Haze and what I did to him, I

dad, Haze, Ash... they're all

They're demons.

am,

bathroom door, trying to calm myself down. I

wait, why is it so quiet outside the bathroom

heard my question,

and no one will judge you. I'll also leave the room, but

are you helping

instead. It was my pride talking. I'm not used to being helped by

felt like my real family rather than

to the news, someone dislocated his shoulder, and he was groaning

said. Is he mad? Is that why

sorry," I unconsciously said,

to," he muttered and knocked on

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