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

one day, things

alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing

I whispered when I accidentally bumped into

were undone. He looked like he was in senior high, which made me frown since

to the floor when I saw the sharpness

he was popular. Everyone in the room was staring

his shiny, expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by comparison, looked

not have eyes?" he asked coldly, his deep voice sending chills down my

do," I replied curtly, still staring

by their design, they must've cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like

His icy hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him.

Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone who

as he watched my reaction. My heart pounded in

were no

gripping my wrist so I couldn't

he shook his

our proximity, and some glared daggers at me. Couldn't they see I wasn't the one who approached

he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The

"Sapphire!"

of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my fist just before it

she smirked at my shocked expression. I

sneak up on me like that! What if

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

I stood and headed for the door. My

she suddenly so talkative? Did the car explosion shake

mouth with both hands. I opened the door to leave.

to drive me?" I

disgusted, knowing I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone at

judgment, she

because it seems like

"Me."