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."

everyone knew what Prince did to my

do nothing but pick on me now just looked at me from a distance. The three male students who tried to harass me last night couldn't even muster

not worrying if someone would pour cold

his promise. He had said no one would dare touch me again if

All he wanted was for me to keep him company on days

park, or I'd stay with him while he drank alcohol.

I

something dark was hidden

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that, but everything

told him in an angry tone as I approached him at the bench-one of his favorite

at me, frowning as he probably

confusion evident in his face. "What are you talking

I exclaimed. "That's why people kept

to bully me, complaining that they already lost their earnings now that they

been for me. It's why I struggled to make friends, always pretending to be strong when I wasn't, constantly

when it came from people I trusted

just to get close to me?" I asked,

think of why he'd put me through this-but it was so

answered as he stood up, running a hand

patience gone. "You're a sick, manipulative

when he stepped closer and grabbed my face, his hand squeezing

hurt, but I endured it, my death glare unwavering even though my

to say that again, Sapphire," he whispered, his eyes shut tightly as if trying

hairs on my neck stand when he leaned in and sniffed it softly-as if he found it intoxicating. I

long as you're mine, I don't care if I'm a sick, manipulative bastard." He released me with a slight push. "Don't even think about

high. Just

the teachers and often stayed in the faculty room.