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.

bitter memory. But just as quickly, he

don't know what you're talking about," he said coolly, but his expression told a different story. "Why are

wasn't wasted

five years ago," I said without hesitation, leaning

met his gaze with

figure it out yourself?" he replied cryptically, a smirk playing

he likely assumed I'd hit a wall with his impenetrable security systems. The memory of that unauthorized command probably still haunted him. "But

my head,

me, his smirk growing more sinister.

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

he no longer had

he asked that. Like mine, he clenched his fists as he gave

would I tell

to." His gaze grew darker with every second. His stare became

pulled something from his waist. It was a gun. A silver gun that looked amazing and elegant. Instead of being afraid as he pointed it at my forehead, I

gun to my neck. "Hey, I prefer to be shot here. Not

said. It seemed he couldn't believe it because he

my pleasure if you shot me with that expensive gun of yours, but if I were you, I wouldn't do that," I told him as I

card I hid, and his face was

be honest, I also had Tanner transcribe that conversation for me, but I had no interest in their discussion. It was

motive to kill. Everyone had the motive to

Poor senator.

"H-How did that-"