Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 150: Until One Of Us Is Gone

"Can you leave for a moment? I want to be alone," I requested.

Mason nodded and walked out of the room.

Alone, I let myself be vulnerable, tears streaming down my face. I leaned back on the couch and covered my eyes with one arm.

My sobs echoed through the empty room. Just when I thought I could have a normal life and return to him, the world slammed me with the reality that we could never be together. He hates me, and I can't change that. Not when what he believes is true.

Should I explain what really happened that night?

"Right. I should," I told myself as I reached for my phone and called him. But a realization hit me, like a bucket of cold water pouring over me.

It shouldn't be Ash I called.

It was Azrael.

Unbeknownst to me, I was already dialing Azrael's number using the one he recently used to contact me, but he wasn't answering.

Instead of calling again, I texted him to meet me at dinnertime. I planned when and where we would meet.

I had no dirty tricks up my sleeve. Now that I knew it was Azrael I was up against, I realized I needed to be careful.

He's a Coleman, after all. He knows the ins and outs of the mafia, has countless connections, and I'm sure he has many cards left to play.

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Now, here I am at the restaurant. It's been ten minutes since I started waiting, but I trust my instincts. I know he'll show up.

menu, ma'am," the waiter approached, handing

you when I'm ready to order. I'm

able to finish

said coldly, yanking the chair in front of me as

face again. If I didn't know what he did, I might've

I told him with a smirk. "You look good with my

was a backhanded compliment, but he didn't seem to

is amazing these days," he said smugly, touching his cheek. "And

at his reflection in the window, and his grin grew

I make you feel a certain way? Like butterflies

want

didn't love Ash just because of his appearance," I answered, raising an eyebrow. "I loved him because of who he

might have Ash's face, but his

me to tell them apart, but

left. "Ash is just my puppet. He's nothing but my servant, following my every

I widened my eyes, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. My lips parted slightly, and I caught him glancing

be with? Someone who does nothing but obey me?" Azrael added

hand resting on the table, lightly caressing the back of my palm. I didn't pull away, and his grin grew wider, thinking I welcomed his touch. "Don't you want to be a queen?" he asked, his tone encouraging. "That's what you deserve.

to contain my reaction as I pulled my hand

by my words. Did he really think

a queen is not a servant. A queen, like a king, has the power to rule," I explained.

bitch," he muttered and clenched his

want me to shut up?"

me. He wanted someone to add to his

shouldn't exist. They'd do anything to get what they want, even if

Azrael asked in disbelief. "You even had children with him. Just thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil." Hearing that nearly made me