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.

ma'am," the waiter approached, handing me

you when I'm ready to order. I'm waiting for

able to finish my sentence when

the chair in

couldn't help but be amazed when I saw Azrael's face again. If I didn't know what he did, I

you," I told him with a smirk. "You

compliment, but he

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

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

effective, Sapphire? Do I make you feel a

want

loved him because of who he

Ash's face, but his

tell them apart, but

said pointedly once the waiter had left. "Ash

surprise. My lips parted slightly, and

to be with? Someone who

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

I pulled my hand away. "You're still as crazy as

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

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

muttered and

want me to shut up?" I asked,

to add to his collection, someone he could

They'd do anything to get what they want,

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