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 approached, handing

"I'll call you when I'm ready

wasn't able to finish

yanking the chair in front

didn't know what he did, I might've thought the real Ash was sitting in

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

a backhanded compliment, but he didn't seem to

cheek. "And I

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

Do I make you feel a certain way? Like

me want

who he was." Azrael's body tensed and his fists clenched. He glared at me, his jaw tightening as if he was holding

have Ash's face, but his presence

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

waiter had left. "Ash is just my

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

of man you want to be with? Someone who does nothing

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

scoffed, unable to contain my reaction as I pulled my hand away. "You're still

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

has the power to rule," I explained. "And you're right-I am a queen. But I don't

he muttered and clenched his

me, and now you want me to shut

to add to his collection, someone he could treat as

get what they want, even if it meant stepping

asked in disbelief. "You even had 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 lay a