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.

left the room, followed by the maid

I slowly approached and sat on

averting my gaze as I noticed the IV lines connected to it. Gently, I stroked her hand with my thumb. Her hands looked lifeless and frail after

are you, Mom?" I

I wanted to look away. She wore a white hospital gown that

body had deteriorated so much over the

tears spilling from my eyes. "Open

me but would

my eyes tightly, biting my lower lip to

barely holding on. She hasn't woken up since the day she was shot. Only God knows if

hope keeps me fighting, no

my tears flow. I still vividly remember the way she parted her lips, blood spilling all over

she thought loved her

the same for

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

contract I made with Simon five years

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

right. I didn't have a single cent. All I had was my anger-and my will to live, long enough to kill everyone

hesitation, my voice cold and unyielding.

why he impregnated my mother in the first place-to create

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

my mother-or even me. We were tools, expendable in his eyes.

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

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

destroy everyone for

over, I'll

grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pen from

didn't trust his word, but I would trust

commented as I handed him the paper. He read through it with