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

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

him to grow restless. The silence wasn't wasted

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

gaze with

you're that curious, why not figure it out yourself?" he replied cryptically, a smirk playing on

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

my head, suspicion evident in my

He pointed at me, his smirk growing more

almost killed my mother," I answered in

no longer had his focus on me. Something else caught

changed when he asked that. Like mine, he clenched his

I

you need to." His gaze grew darker with every

gun that looked amazing and elegant. Instead of being afraid as he pointed it at

the barrel and lowered his gun to my neck. "Hey, I prefer to be shot

at what I said. It seemed he couldn't believe it because he couldn't

of yours, but if I were you, I wouldn't do that," I told him as I took my phone from my

showed him something. It was one of the videos on the SD card I hid, and

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

to kill. Everyone had the

Poor senator.

"H-How did that-"