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, followed

and sat

as I noticed the IV lines connected to it. Gently, I stroked

Mom?" I asked,

wanted to look at her, but at the same time, I wanted to look away. She

body had deteriorated so much over

here again..." I said softly, tears spilling from my

we still loved each other. The times she scolded me but would reconcile soon after. And

lower lip to suppress

day she was shot.

hoping-that hope keeps me

tears flow. I still vividly remember the way she parted her lips, blood spilling all over her body. She looked at me... and

the man she thought loved her

was the same

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

reminder of the blood contract I made with Simon five

chair, approaching me. "You don't have any money. So,

have a single cent. All I had was my anger-and my will to live, long enough to

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

first place-to create me. And now, here

face at my words. "I'll train you in exchange for your service. You know how much I've wanted you to

about my mother-or even me. We were tools,

continue. He didn't appear annoyed by my demand. If

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

everyone

once it's over, I'll

of paper and a pen from his

be a handwritten contract. I didn't trust his word, but

handed him the paper. He read through it with a satisfied