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.

about Ash-it was about me. He wanted

willingly," he said with unsettling confidence.

"That won't happen."

could figure this out. No matter how similar they looked, there had to be a

copy has a weakness, something that sets

his true identity when

raising an eyebrow. "You

knowing he had me

My grip on the gun

to move forward, to get closer, but my body refused to obey. "I'll kill you,"

who

I had to show him I wasn't the

my eyes, he stood there, unfazed, smirking. He gestured to where the bullet had hit, knowing full

It's a losing battle for

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

than ever. I had waited long for

used to think that doubting Ash was the most foolish thing

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

killed him years ago...

***

"ONE MARGARITA, please."

high stool. Honestly, I felt this overwhelming urge to get wasted tonight. My mind

alcohol hit me than lose

I didn't want another pounding headache, and I definitely

ma'am?" the bartender asked dumbly as he leaned closer to hear

smack him with the wine bottle next

repeated coldly. "Do

It reminded me of the

He averted his eyes