Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 140: Drive Me Home

Is it really that hard to find... or is she just not doing her best?

"Hey, don't think like that. Tanner's just insanely good at what he does. That's why I insisted on hiring him, no matter what," Evangeline explained, lightly tapping my uninjured shoulder. "Kesha's still great at computer stuff, too." I nodded absentmindedly and returned to my thoughts, recalling the text message someone sent me earlier.

Should I meet with him? Should I ask what he wants? Should I confront him?

But deep down, I was scared of his answers. If it's really him... I'd understand why he'd want revenge.

He must think I tried to kill him, even though it was self-defense on my part.

"Do you have any idea who it might be?" Evangeline asked seriously.

I nodded. "I do. But he's supposed to be dead."

He should be dead. I saw him die that night.

She raised an eyebrow, staring at me, as if waiting for me to elaborate.

"I... I don't really know him," I admitted quietly, a memory from my past flashing in my mind-one I'd rather forget. "But every time I saw him, he'd tell me to call him 'Prince.""

I met him back in high school when people used to bully and ridicule me, even though I hadn't done anything to them.

That was when I was weak-when I tried to suppress my feelings and endure their cruelty.

"Aw, look at her! No lunch money again!"

"Not only are you unloved by your parents, but you're also broke. You're disgusting!"

"Don't befriend her, okay? If you talk to her, we'll ignore you too!"

I couldn't make friends. Anyone who tried to approach me was immediately targeted. I spent my junior high school years completely alone.

It made me sad at first, but over time, I got used to it. I accepted that no one would stand up for me but myself.

mother couldn't defend herself, so how

day, things

walking alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people

I accidentally bumped into

senior high, which made me frown since

eyes briefly flicked to his face but quickly returned to

he was

I noticed his shiny, expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by

coldly, his deep voice sending chills down my

curtly, still staring at

they must've cost thousands of dollars. Why would

me." His icy hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look me in the

slapped his hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone

lips curled into a smirk as he watched my reaction. My heart

no butterflies, only

stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm the only

saving," I shot back, but he shook his

daggers at me. Couldn't they see I wasn't

low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out of this shitty

"Sapphire!"

was now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my fist

flinch. Instead, she smirked at my shocked expression. I

like that! What

bones, like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about? Why should he be dead? Did

Instead, I stood and headed for the door. My

so talkative? Did the car explosion shake her brain

you did?" she asked, amused, covering her mouth with both hands.

to drive

I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone at

instead of judgment, she

asked again because it seems like she was lost

"Me."