Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 133: I Killed Him Years Ago, Didn’t I?

I heard him laugh again, his voice growing louder with each passing second.

"Since when did you start believing things were impossible, Sapphire?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Look at you. You're beautiful, sexy, rich... and feisty." "Shut the fuck up," I shot back without hesitation.

I swear I heard him groan faintly. A chill ran through me as my imagination conjured what he might be doing while talking to me. "Damn. You're turning me on, just like the old days," he whispered.

I quickly climbed the stairs. I decided to change my approach. If I couldn't force him to move, I'd be the one to close the distance. "Now, look to your right."

I froze mid-step at his command, immediately turning my gun toward the direction he indicated.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw him standing there, leaning casually against the wall.

He wore a black tank top and faded jeans, a smirk on his face as he raised his phone.

My hands trembled so much that I almost dropped both my gun and phone. Fuck. I couldn't pull the trigger.

Ash...

They looked so eerily alike. Every detail-from the build of their bodies to their voices-was identical.

"It's unsettling, isn't it?" he said, running a hand over his face without breaking eye contact. "How does it feel? Do you still hate me?" "Fucker. I know your secret," I growled, glaring at him.

He laughed, fueling my frustration. His mocking tone chipped away at my patience.

"Do you think it's a mask? It's not." His words made my brow furrow. "This is my face now."

I ended the call, shoving my phone into my pocket as I steadied the gun with both hands.

His statement confirmed it. This wasn't just a mask anymore.

He had fully replicated Ash's face. It reeked of insecurity, and I could feel it even from this distance.

was about me. He wanted to take

come to me willingly," he said with

"That won't happen."

I could figure this out. No matter how similar they looked,

copy has a weakness, something that sets it

his true identity

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You can't even tell us

he had me under his

grip on

breathing grew heavier, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to move forward, to get closer, but my body refused to obey. "I'll kill you,"

kill someone who looks like

the trigger. I had to show him I wasn't the same person I used to be... but I

gestured to where the bullet had hit, knowing full well I couldn't shoot

It's a losing battle

words before he turned and walked away. I couldn't stop him. I didn't have the strength

I had seen him, I felt more powerless than ever. I had waited long for this moment, only to lose control when it

doubting Ash was the most foolish thing I'd ever

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

killed him years ago... didn't

***

"ONE MARGARITA, please."

urge to get wasted tonight. My mind was so

alcohol hit me than lose

mistake I made last time. I didn't want another pounding headache, and I definitely didn't want to

dumbly as he leaned closer

bottle next to me. Instead,

coldly. "Do I have to say it

into bartenders like this? It reminded me of the one where I went before.

eyes and