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

come to me willingly," he said with unsettling confidence. "You'll follow me without me even

"That won't happen."

told myself I could figure this out. No matter how similar they looked, there had to be a flaw in the

a weakness, something that

could I uncover his true identity

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

knowing he had me under

My grip on

shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to move forward, to get closer, but my body refused to obey. "I'll

someone who looks like your

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

knowing full well I couldn't shoot him as long as he wore Ash's face. Ash was

It's a losing battle

walked away. I couldn't stop him. I didn't have the

had waited long for this moment, only to lose control when it

foolish thing I'd ever done. But now, another

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

years ago... didn't

***

"ONE MARGARITA, please."

perched on a high stool. Honestly, I felt this overwhelming urge to get wasted tonight. My mind was so screwed up it

hit me than lose

time. I didn't want another pounding headache, and I definitely didn't want to look powerless or vulnerable

dumbly as

to smack him with the wine bottle next to me. Instead, I closed my eyes tightly and rubbed

margarita," I repeated coldly. "Do

keep running into bartenders like this? It reminded me of

He averted his eyes and