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.

lost in a bitter

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

wasn't wasted time for me-it

years ago," I said without

met his gaze with unwavering

that curious, why not figure it out yourself?" he replied cryptically,

wall with his impenetrable security systems. The memory of that unauthorized command probably still

my head, suspicion evident in

his smirk

in a low tone, but enough for

trying to calm myself down, but it seemed he no longer had his focus on me.

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

would I

gaze grew darker with every second. His stare became

elegant. Instead of being afraid as he pointed it at my forehead, I was more in awe. "Tell me," he

my neck. "Hey, I prefer to be shot here.

he couldn't believe

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 took my phone from

videos on the SD card I hid, and his

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

the motive to kill. Everyone had the

Poor senator.

"H-How did that-"