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.

This wasn't about Ash-it was about me. He

come to me willingly," he said with unsettling confidence. "You'll

"That won't happen."

matter how similar they looked,

a weakness, something that sets it apart from

uncover his true identity when

you sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

widened, knowing he

My grip on

heavier, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to move forward, to get closer, but my body refused to

kill someone who looks like your

show him I wasn't the same

there, unfazed, smirking. He gestured to where the bullet had hit, knowing full well I couldn't shoot him as

fighting me. It's a

away. I couldn't stop him. I didn't have the strength or resolve to

seen him, I felt more powerless than ever. I had waited long

that doubting Ash was the most foolish thing I'd ever done. But now, another thought

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

him years

***

"ONE MARGARITA, please."

urge to get wasted tonight. My mind

alcohol hit me than lose my mind over what

decided against repeating the mistake I made last time. I didn't want another pounding headache, and I definitely didn't want to look powerless or

as he leaned

fought the urge to smack him with the wine bottle next

coldly. "Do I have to say

me of the one where I went

averted his eyes