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 waiter

when I'm ready to order. I'm waiting for

able to finish

off," Azrael said coldly, yanking the chair in

face again. If I didn't know what he did, I might've thought the real Ash

didn't recognize you," I told him with a smirk. "You look good with my lover's face...

but he didn't seem

days," he said smugly, touching his cheek. "And I badly missed how you called me by that

reflection in the window, and his grin grew wider as if he was utterly

effective, Sapphire? Do I make you feel a certain way? Like butterflies

want to puke.

because of his appearance," I answered, raising an eyebrow. "I loved him because of who he was." Azrael's body tensed and his fists clenched. He glared at me, his jaw tightening as if he

Ash's face, but his presence

them

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

my eyes, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. My lips parted

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

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. You'll be my queen, and you'll serve me... your

contain my reaction as I pulled my hand away. "You're still

words. Did he really think I'll fall for his tricks like what I did

A queen, like a king, has the power to rule," I explained. "And you're right-I am a queen. But I

up, bitch," he muttered and clenched his

loved me, and now you want me to shut up?" I asked, raising an

He wanted someone to add to his collection, someone he could treat

to get

had children with him. Just thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil." Hearing that nearly made me lose my