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

people didn't respect

"Fuck!"

in frustration and leaned against the wall, avoiding the sight of that vase. What does this

be

feel it. This is why I can't go near my kids. I can't even call them, even if

playing at home, but that doesn't mean my anxiety fades away. As long as this

person is doing to my life. I

me, toyed with my mind and sanity, and manipulated

retrieve my gun from the glove compartment.

voice echoed throughout the parking lot. I could hear it reverberating back to

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

lit, with only a few lights and parked cars. I didn't know what kind of security Haze

because someone had managed to sneak

I spoke again, but there was no

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

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

things harder for him. Maybe when he said he lived in hell because of me, he was telling the truth about his experience over the past five years. Perhaps

was pulled back to reality when my phone

I already knew who it

around before answering

greeted me. "This is who I

my fists as my breathing grew

are you?" I snapped, annoyance