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.

faltered, lost in a bitter memory. But just

about," he said coolly, but his expression told a different story. "Why are you here?" he asked again, impatience evident

waiting for him to grow restless. The silence wasn't wasted time

happened five years ago," I said without

his gaze with

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

wall with his impenetrable security systems. The memory of

tilted my head, suspicion

smirk growing more

in a low

down, but it seemed he no

when he asked that. Like mine, he clenched his fists as he gave me an intense yet deadly stare. "Where

would I

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

It was a gun. A silver gun that looked amazing and elegant. Instead of

neck. "Hey,

seemed he couldn't believe it because he couldn't see

would be 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

something. It was one of the videos on the SD card I hid, and his face was in it. It was his conversation

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

the motive to kill. Everyone had the motive to

Poor senator.

"H-How did that-"