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 me

My smile widened. "I'll call you when

able to finish my sentence when someone

Azrael said coldly, yanking the chair in front

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

a smirk. "You

but he didn't seem to

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

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

Sapphire? Do I make you feel a

made me want to puke. Fucking

I didn't love Ash just because of his 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 jaw tightening as if he was holding back his

might have Ash's face, but his

it was hard for me to tell them apart,

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

my eyes, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. My

be with? Someone who does nothing

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,

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

really think I'll fall for his tricks

a king, has the power to rule," I explained. "And you're right-I am a queen.

up, bitch," he muttered and

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

to add

him shouldn't exist. They'd do anything to get what they want, even if

thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil." Hearing that nearly made me lose