Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 132: The Truth

They could've gotten someone to act like Ash. Many people have the power to do that; Simon, Silver, or even the politicians Senator Windwood last spoke with. There are so many possibilities, and I need to eliminate some of them.

When I saw my car in the parking lot, I immediately walked toward it. I was about to get inside when I stopped.

Once again, I saw a white broken vase in front of the car door. It's the same flower vase the impostor threw at me at the Coleman mansion.

Everything I thought earlier was wrong. The impostor wasn't acting on someone's command. Maybe they have a personal goal to achieve with me. But why me?

I was lost in thought until I noticed a small piece of paper attached to the vase. I picked it up and read it.

[Do you know the symbolism of a broken vase, honey?]

That was the first sentence of the letter. I raised an eyebrow before continuing to read.

[No matter how many times you tell yourself you're strong and stable, you're still the same Sapphire I knew. Fragile, vulnerable, and that scared little puppy who begged me to save your life in the past.] What?

[Stop pretending you can escape me. You belong with me, and you know it. It's time to end this game and take the journey I've planned for us. I am your everything-your master, your salvation.] [I'm giving you one last chance. Don't make me regret it.]

As I finished reading that worthless letter, I didn't hesitate to crumple it, tear it into pieces, and throw it away.

But even that wasn't enough for me. I smashed the paper on the ground and stomped on every piece of it. The torn pieces scattered across the floor, but I didn't stop stomping until I got tired. Only then did I calm down... a little.

My rational thoughts were gone. I didn't care if there were other clues I could've gotten from that paper. I didn't even care about the paper, the handwriting, or when the letter was written. All I wanted was to get it out of my sight.

I wanted to erase from my mind everything I had read. That letter triggered memories I had tried so hard to bury.

called me a loser, a pathetic, weak bitch... when everyone gaslit my emotions as

was a time when people didn't respect boundaries and intentionally crossed

"Fuck!"

the wall,

be a coward!

not be entirely sure, but I could feel it. This is why I can't go near my kids. I

anxiety fades away. As long as this person is here and disrupting my life, I will never have peace. That's why I need to end

my sanity because of what this person is doing to my life. I wasted five years chasing

person played with me, toyed with my

car to retrieve my gun from the glove compartment. "Stop these games. We're not children.

lot. I could hear it reverberating back to me,

because there weren't many people around-it was early morning, after

cars. I didn't know what kind

to sneak

you?" I spoke again, but there was

exhausted. Everything was a mess. I didn't even know how to face Ash after everything.

whenever he had the chance, but I chose to ignore him. Not once did

of me, he was telling the truth about his experience over the past five years. Perhaps that's why he didn't want to talk about it. My heart ached with every passing second

pulled back to reality when my phone rang. It was

I already knew who it

around before answering the

is who I am. I love playing

grew heavier. He's

I snapped, annoyance thick in my