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."

did to my bullies, no one dared

pick on me now just looked at me from a distance.

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

of Prince. He fulfilled his promise. He had said no one would dare touch me again if I

he wanted was for me to keep him company

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

even though he showed me I could trust him, I couldn't shake

dark

***

everything crumbled

all," I told him in an angry tone as I approached him

as he probably noticed the anger in my

in

people kept harassing me even

used to bully me,

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

it came from people I trusted the

you do all this just to get close to

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

even do about it?" he answered as he stood up, running

patience gone. "You're a

grabbed my face, his hand squeezing my

it, my death glare

whispered, his eyes shut tightly

if he found it intoxicating. I wanted to call for help, but it was

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

I planned to switch schools for senior high. Just one

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