Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 148: You’re Mine. Only Mine!

Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly. Shocked, I pulled away, making his grin widen.

"You're different from all the other girls," he murmured. "And even if you ignore me now, I'm sure the day will come when you'll beg to be near me."

No. Trusting him would be a ridiculous choice. It seems like I need to be more careful with him around than the bullies I have in this school.

"I don't need salvation," I told him in a cold tone as I left.

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I thought I could endure everything, but the bullying only worsened as time went by.

It wasn't just petty pranks anymore. I was now running for my life as three drunken male students chased me. They looked like they wanted to make me their prey.

This was the third time it had happened, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

I hid behind a wall, clutching my chest as I tried to catch my breath. "Somebody, please help me..."

As if in answer to my silent plea, Prince, who was wearing a red-and-black checkered shirt, appeared.

His gaze swept over me, from my sweat-drenched forehead to the torn collar of my shirt, which exposed part of my neck.

"Please... stop them," I whispered, my voice trembling as I fought back tears.

He smirked. "Sure."

Moments later, the air was filled with the anguished screams of my pursuers. When he returned, his clothes were soaked in blood.

"I told you," he said with a chilling smile, grabbing my wrist. "One day, you'll come running to me."

Prince did to my bullies, no

on me now just looked at me from a distance. The three male students who tried to harass me last night

I could finally review my lessons in peace, not worrying if someone would pour cold water on me, or someone around the campus would

said no one would dare touch me again if

wanted was for me to keep

him while he napped in the park, or I'd stay with him while he drank alcohol. He never forced me to drink with him, so

trust him, I couldn't

something dark

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by like that, but everything

one who started it all," I told him in an angry tone as I approached him at the bench-one of his favorite

as he probably noticed the anger

the confusion evident in his

I exclaimed. "That's why people kept

everything. I overheard the other students who used to bully me,

me. It's why I struggled to make friends, always pretending to be strong

pain was even worse when it came from people I trusted the

close to me?" I asked, the pain evident

reason I could think of why he'd put me

yes? What can you even do about it?" he answered as he stood up, running a

patience gone. "You're a sick, manipulative

surprised when he stepped closer and grabbed my

hurt, but I endured it, my death glare unwavering

to say that again, Sapphire," he whispered, his

neck stand when he leaned in and sniffed it softly-as if he found it intoxicating. I wanted to call for help,

me with a slight push. "Don't even think

senior high. Just one more

Prince couldn't find me. I befriended the teachers and often stayed in the faculty room. He couldn't use