Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 91: Train Me To Be Like You (End of Book 1)

They planned this.. Ash didn't even hide it from me.

But for him to kill me like this was more painful than watching my mother die in front of me.

"Everyone, prepare for a 12-hour surgery," I heard someone say.

When I looked, I realized it was a doctor, and we were now in a room.

An operating room.

It felt like the world was spinning as they pushed me on a stretcher, surrounded by nurses.

Memories began to flash in my mind. From my childhood to college, from all my efforts to finish my studies to this moment where I had to fight for my life. It was like the final seven-minute flashback before death.

"I don't... want to die," I whispered before feeling a needle prick my skin.

Moments later, darkness engulfed me.

But before I lost consciousness, I made a promise to myself that I'll hold on to it for the rest of my life.

Everyone will pay for the pain they caused me, and I'll make Ash regret he didn't succeed in killing me.

A YEAR has passed, and I finally have my degree. My valedictorian speech preparations were wasted because I couldn't give it live at the graduation ceremony.

I wasn't able to attend, as I'd been labeled a missing person, but I'm grateful that Mason used his connections so I could still get my diploma and other necessary documents.

I'll disappear for a while. When the time is right, I'll reintroduce myself to the world.

dead or create a new identity. I'm fine living as a missing person. The Coleman family

currently in my room. She wore a black dress with knives strapped to

to my own home since that day. I don't think I have the strength to go back. Seeing our house would kill me

course," she answered, taking a black lipstick from the vanity table, matching it to

something," she added, pointing to the custom button

know I have great skills, especially with proper training, but right now, I still can't move my

can move, but only slightly. The past lingers in my memory

didn't know how

an idea struck me. Why am I letting myself be consumed by despair when I'm the only one who can lift myself up? A whole year has passed, and I guess that's long

of everything that

fucking use that pain to rise

pressed the red button. "Press that if I'm not

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speaking, "I need you to set up a meeting

raised an eyebrow, looking at me. "Did

me, Evangeline. I

I just rolled my eyes again because I don't need his approval for

I couldn't blame him because

I know what truly happened that night. It will forever

you'd come here to

slowly spun his chair. His arms were folded as he watched my every move, seemingly waiting for me for a

of him, remembering the suffering I

to pain. When everything seemed

loved were taken from me, and

of that, I have to seek help from the man I hated the most- oh, wait. He's now only second on the