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.

the room, followed by the

I slowly approached and sat

IV lines connected to it. Gently, I stroked her hand with

are you, Mom?" I asked, staring

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

body had deteriorated so much

my eyes. "Open your eyes so you can

even though we fought, we still loved each other. The times she scolded me but would reconcile soon after. And those moments

biting my lower lip

up since the day she was shot. Only God knows if she'll ever wake

I'm still hoping-that hope keeps me fighting, no

parted her lips, blood spilling all over her body. She looked at

believe that the man she thought loved her almost killed

was the same

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

blood contract I made with Simon five years

me. "You don't have any money. So, how will you repay me?

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

without hesitation, my

why he impregnated my mother in the first place-to create me. And now,

in exchange for your service. You know

as he spoke. He didn't care about my mother-or even me. We were tools,

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

thought of her. "Whatever happens, you can't kill her or put her in danger." "Accepted," he agreed without hesitation. "But

everyone for

it's over,

grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pen

trust his word, but I

I handed him the paper. He read through