Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 114: Welcome To The Dark World

"Where are your words coming from?" I asked, tilting my head.

To my surprise, Mason stood up and pulled me out of the office.

"Hey-What the heck!"

I had wanted to ask what he meant by his words, but he practically dragged me to the door.

We rarely see each other, yet this is how he treated me.

Does he have a love life he's not telling me about?

"Maybe it is," I finally said to myself before going inside the elevator.

I went to the parking lot and entered my car. I started the engine and headed toward the place where my mother was staying.

It was just a house far from the city. Its appearance was deceptive, though-looks haunted on the outside, but elegant and well-maintained inside. "Take a break," I told the two guards stationed outside as they greeted me.

They looked utterly exhausted, probably from being chewed out by Simon again. The only reason his employees stay is because of his money.

I picked up that trait from him-using money to manipulate people and buy their loyalty.

"This way, ma'am," a maid said with a smile, leading me to my mother's room.

It was my second time visiting here, and the first time I'd seen this maid. The first time I came, only the guards and nurse were around.

Simon is so cruel. After all the missions he made me complete, he wouldn't even let me visit here once a week.

That's why every second here is precious. I don't answer calls or reply to any messages, no matter how urgent. Nothing is more important than my family. They're my priority above all else.

When we entered the room, I froze at the sight of Mom lying on the bed. A nurse and a doctor were checking her vitals.

and left the room,

and sat on the chair

the IV lines connected to it. Gently, I stroked her hand with my thumb. Her hands looked

you, Mom?" I asked, staring at

wanted to look at her, but at the same time, I wanted to look away. She wore a white hospital

so much over the

tears spilling from my eyes.

scolded me but would

eyes tightly, biting my lower lip to suppress my sobs, my hand still

up since the day she was

keeps me fighting, no matter how

the way she parted her lips, blood spilling all over her body. She looked at me...

the man she thought loved

was the same

at my hand and saw the faint scar on my palm. It's faded over the years, but

reminder of the blood contract I made

Simon stood from his swivel chair, approaching me. "You don't have any

I had was my anger-and my will to live, long enough

however you want," I said without hesitation, my voice cold and unyielding.

impregnated my mother in the first place-to create

my words. "I'll train you in exchange

no mistaking the satisfaction in his voice as he spoke. He didn't care about my mother-or even me. We were tools, expendable in his eyes. "I have another condition," I

but gestured for me to continue. He didn't appear annoyed by my demand. If anything, he seemed

clenched as I thought of her. "Whatever happens, you can't kill her or put her in danger." "Accepted,"

destroy everyone

it's over, I'll destroy

sheet of paper and

didn't trust his word, but I would

He read through