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.

***

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,

My smile widened. "I'll call you when I'm ready

to finish my sentence when someone

the chair in front of me as

saw Azrael's face again. If I didn't know what he did, I might've thought the real Ash was sitting

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

backhanded compliment, but he didn't seem

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

the window, and his grin grew

feel

me want to puke.

an eyebrow. "I loved him because of who he was." Azrael's body tensed and

Ash's face, but his

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

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

an eyebrow in mock surprise.

be with? Someone who does

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

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

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

of all, a queen is not a servant. A queen, like a king, has the power to rule," I explained. "And you're right-I

up, bitch," he muttered and clenched

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

wanted someone to add to his collection, someone

to get what they want, even if it meant stepping

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