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 me

when

finish my sentence when

chair in front of me

saw Azrael's face again. If I didn't know what he did,

with a smirk. "You look good with my lover's face...

but he didn't

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

grin grew wider as if he was utterly fascinated

make you feel a

words made me want to

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

face, but his presence screamed

them apart, but

had left. "Ash is just my

widened my eyes, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. My lips parted slightly, and I caught him glancing at

of man you want to be with? Someone who does nothing but obey me?" Azrael added to

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

contain my reaction as I pulled my hand away. "You're still as crazy as ever, aren't

widened, stunned by my words. Did he really think I'll

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

muttered and clenched

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

add to his collection,

They'd do anything to get what they want, even if it

about those fucking kids makes my blood