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."

my bullies, no one dared come near

a distance. The three male students who tried to harass me last night couldn't

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

said no one would dare

wasn't even that difficult. All he wanted was for me to keep him company on days he needed someone

with 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 I

I could trust him, I couldn't shake the feeling that it might all

something dark

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that, but everything crumbled when I discovered

angry tone as I approached him at the bench-one of his favorite spots

me, frowning as he probably noticed the anger in

the confusion evident in his face.

"That's why people

one orchestrating everything. I overheard the other students who used to bully me, complaining that they

realize how traumatizing those moments had been for me. It's why I struggled to make friends, always pretending to be strong when

was even worse when it

just to get close to

the only reason I could think of why he'd put me through this-but it was so fucking

even do about it?" he answered as he stood up, running a hand through his hair. "I've already got you. My

fists, my patience gone. "You're a sick,

and grabbed my

hurt, but I endured it, my death glare unwavering

he whispered, his eyes shut

the hairs on my neck stand when he leaned in and sniffed it softly-as if he found it intoxicating. I wanted to call for help, but it was just the two of

don't care if I'm a sick, manipulative bastard." He released me with a slight push. "Don't even think about running from me, Sapphire. I'm your Prince, your master... and you shall serve

of him, I planned to switch schools for senior high. Just one

the time, making sure Prince couldn't find me. I befriended the teachers and often stayed