Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 127: You Took It From Him

My eyes wandered to the garden visible from where I stood. It was the same place where Ash and I had first met. The memory was so vivid, it felt as though it had happened yesterday. His presence back then had been overwhelming-enough to make my knees weak even now.

"Coffee?" Silver offered, breaking my reverie.

"Sure," I said, nodding as I followed him. "I missed these conversations, sir. It reminds me of the last time, minus the strings tied to my every move."

My chuckle was laced with irony, and Silver laughed in turn, knowing the double meaning behind my words.

It had been a time when he'd controlled me using my parents.

"I hope you're comfortable here. The mansion is under renovation," he remarked as he folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

The mention of renovations was confirmation enough that something major was underway.

I thought he'd take me into the mansion itself, but instead, we ended up at another section of the estate. The view of the garden was nostalgic.

It was the same one from old photographs-ones with my mother, Simon, and the Devil himself.

Nothing much had changed. The curse haunting my bloodline remained the same, repeating history. But I was determined to break the cycle for the sake of Chiara and Thunder.

"No, it's fine," I replied with a calm smile, taking a sip of the coffee on the table. "The place is lovely-cold winds and all. It must hold a lot of memories for you, doesn't it?" For a fleeting moment, his smirk vanished.

I wondered if he ever thought about my mother. Did he ever feel guilt for what happened? My mother had been comatose because of him.

gaze faltered, lost in a bitter memory.

you're talking about," he said coolly, but his expression told a

restless. The silence wasn't wasted time for me-it was strategy, a deliberate effort

years ago," I said without hesitation, leaning back in

his gaze

yourself?"

could see through me. He knew I'd already tried to uncover his secrets, and he likely assumed I'd hit a wall with his impenetrable security systems. The memory of that unauthorized command probably still haunted him. "But

tilted my head, suspicion evident

his smirk

almost killed my mother," I answered in a low tone,

myself down, but it seemed he no

mine, he clenched his fists

I tell

His gaze grew darker with every second. His

elegant. Instead of being afraid

the barrel and lowered his gun to my neck.

seemed he couldn't believe it because he couldn't see any fear in

expensive gun of yours, but if I were you, I

I hid, and his face was in

Tanner transcribe that conversation for me, but I had no interest in their discussion. It was just about illegal drug transactions and weapons. So

to kill. Everyone had the motive to kill

Poor senator.

"H-How did that-"