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

approached and sat on the chair

connected to it. Gently, I stroked

are you, Mom?" I asked, staring

wanted to look away. She wore a white hospital gown that seemed too big for her

deteriorated so much over

here again..." I said softly, tears spilling from my eyes. "Open your eyes so you can

loved each other. The times she scolded me but would reconcile soon after. And those moments when her actions were

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

is still alive, but barely holding on. She hasn't woken up since the day she was shot. Only God knows if she'll

me fighting, no matter how difficult

my tears flow. I still vividly remember the way she parted her

that the man she thought

was the

hand and saw the faint scar on my palm.

contract I made

his swivel chair, approaching me. "You don't have any money. So, how will you repay me? My knowledge, experience,

didn't have a single cent. All I had was my anger-and my will to

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

he impregnated my mother in the first place-to create me. And now, here I was, offering myself to

"I'll train you in exchange for your service. You know how

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

eyebrow but gestured for me to continue. He didn't appear annoyed by my

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

everyone for

it's over, I'll destroy you

I grabbed a blank sheet of paper

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

the paper. He read through it with