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

call you when I'm ready

to finish my sentence when someone

chair in front of me as he

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

with a

backhanded compliment, but he didn't

said smugly, touching his cheek. "And I badly missed

window, and his grin grew wider as if he was utterly fascinated by

you feel a certain

made me want to puke. Fucking

who he was." Azrael's body tensed and his fists clenched. He glared at me, his

might have Ash's face, but his presence screamed

them apart, but now, it's as easy as

once the waiter had left. "Ash is just my puppet. He's nothing

in mock surprise. My lips

that the kind of man you want to be with? Someone who

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. You'll be

scoffed, unable to contain my reaction as I pulled my hand

stunned by my words. Did he really think I'll fall for his tricks

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

up, bitch," he muttered and

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

add to

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

much I wanted you... yet you fucked with my cousin?" Azrael asked in disbelief. "You even had children with him. Just thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil."