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.

wasn't about Ash-it was about me. He wanted to take

with unsettling confidence.

"That won't happen."

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

a weakness, something that sets it apart

was, how could I uncover his true identity when he

an eyebrow. "You can't even tell

widened, knowing he had me

My grip on the

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

who looks

eyes and pulled the trigger. I had to show him I

my eyes, he stood there, unfazed, smirking. He gestured to where the bullet had hit, knowing full well I couldn't shoot him as long as he wore Ash's face. Ash was

fighting me. It's a losing battle

and walked away. I couldn't stop him. I didn't

had seen him, I felt more powerless than ever. I had waited long for this moment, only

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

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

years

***

"ONE MARGARITA, please."

I felt this overwhelming urge to get wasted tonight. My mind was so screwed up it was messing with my

alcohol hit me than lose my mind over what happened

want another pounding headache, and I

asked dumbly as he leaned

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

said margarita," I repeated coldly. "Do I have to say it

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

eyes and prepared