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.

waiter approached, handing

call you when I'm ready to order.

able to finish my sentence

the chair

but be amazed when I saw Azrael's face again. If I didn't know what

a smirk.

but he didn't

his cheek. "And I badly missed how

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

feel a

made me want

so you know, I didn't love Ash just because of his appearance," I answered, raising an eyebrow. "I loved him because of who he

face, but his

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

said pointedly once the waiter had left. "Ash

an eyebrow in mock surprise. My lips parted slightly, and

be with? Someone who does nothing but obey

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

my hand away. "You're

by my words. Did he really think I'll fall

queen, like a king, has the power to rule," I explained.

he muttered and clenched

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

to add to his collection, someone he could

do anything to get what they want, even if

Just thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil." Hearing that nearly made me lose my composure. "Don't you dare lay a finger on my children,