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 maid who

and sat on

IV lines connected to it. Gently, I stroked her hand with my thumb. Her hands looked lifeless and frail after all

I asked, staring at

time, I wanted to look away. She wore a white hospital gown that seemed too

so much over

softly, tears spilling from my eyes. "Open your eyes so you can see

days when, even though we fought, we still loved each other. The times she scolded me but would reconcile soon after. And those moments when her actions were hard to understand. She did it all for me... and for

lower lip to suppress

she was shot. Only God

hoping-that hope keeps me fighting, no matter how

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

she thought loved her almost

the

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

blood contract I

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

All I had was my anger-and my will to live, long enough to kill everyone who had

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

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

his face at my words. "I'll train you in exchange for your service.

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,"

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

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

everyone for

over, I'll

I grabbed a blank sheet of paper

I didn't trust his word, but I would trust

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