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.

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

widened. "I'll call you when I'm ready to order. I'm waiting

finish my sentence

the chair in front of me as

couldn't help but be amazed when I saw Azrael's face again. If I didn't know what he did, I might've thought the real Ash was sitting in

with a smirk. "You

compliment, but he

said smugly, touching his cheek. "And

and his grin grew wider as if he was

I make you feel

made me want to

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

have Ash's face, but his presence

was hard for me to tell them apart, but now, it's as easy as

he said pointedly once the waiter had left. "Ash is just my puppet. He's nothing but my servant,

eyebrow in mock surprise. My lips parted slightly,

want to be with? Someone who does nothing but

reached for my 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

to contain my reaction as I pulled my hand away.

think I'll fall for his tricks

power to rule," I explained. "And you're right-I am

muttered

to shut up?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "That wasn't

me. He wanted someone to add to his collection,

anything to get what they want, even if it meant stepping

children with him. Just thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil." Hearing that nearly made me lose my composure. "Don't you dare