Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Just as he was about to climax, I stopped moving my hand. I removed my grip from his manhood and stood up, quickly buttoning my blouse.

"Your fantasy will remain just that, a fantasy." I grabbed my backpack that was sitting on the treadmill. "Do you know how it feels to be left hanging after someone teases you? That's exactly what you're feeling right now, but worse." "No, please continue..." he said, holding his cock as it continued to twitch, staring at me.

I just winked at him before fixing my hair.

"Fuck, this is driving me crazy," he added, running his hands through his hair as if he didn't know what to do next.

"I have no mercy. Die of frustration," I said harshly as I looked at him. "This is how I play, Ash. I don't play fair and square. If you're manipulative and pretentious, then so am I."

"Sapphire, what the fuck!" he shouted as he groaned in pain.

Serves him right.

I didn't listen to his string of curses as I finally left the gym. I didn't know how to get out of this massive house, but I'd figure it out.

And it's not like Ash was going to lock the whole mansion to keep me from leaving. He couldn't do that in his current state.

With the pain he was in, he probably wouldn't be able to move until he... took care of himself. I did it on purpose so he wouldn't follow me right away.

While I was walking toward the main door of the mansion, I remembered the message I received when I was in the restroom.

[Mason sent a video.]

"Is this some kind of obscenity?" I asked, confused, when I played the video Mason sent me.

At first, I thought it was an unpleasant video because it was so dark, but after a while, it brightened up.

The video showed two guys sitting at a table in one of the classrooms. The video was a bit blurry, as if it had been taken secretly, but it was clear enough for me to recognize who they were.

"Sapphire Jade Miller? Who's that?" Haze asked, puzzled, while Ash casually had one foot up on the table.

"From the accountancy department, bro," Ash replied nonchalantly. "Classmate of Rose. She's pretty and seems sexy."

"It doesn't ring a bell." Haze glanced at Ash before looking back at the camera. "Dude-"

"I'll make sure I can make her fall in love with me." Ash's grin widened as he looked at Haze, whose expression I couldn't quite read. "Wanna bet?"

With that, the video ended.

[I accidentally saw that on Haze's laptop. I want you to take care of yourself and don't let him ruin you.]

That was Mason's last message before I decided to make Ash taste his own medicine. I couldn't believe I had thought he would actually like me just like that. I may be hurt right now, but this won't make me cry. Because of what I did, I went home with a smile on my face.

But that quickly disappeared when I arrived at our house.

"What's going on here?" I asked our neighbors who were gathered outside our house when I got there.

Did we win the lottery? Our neighbors never come around unless something's happened.

"You kid, we've been calling you for a while!" Mindy, one of our old neighbors, yelled at me before smacking my arm hard.

I winced at her hit, but I bit my lower lip to stop myself from cursing. Her hand was heavy, and the sting of her smack was still lingering in my arm.

"Where's my mom?" I asked her while scanning the living room, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sofa.

There was a bloodstain there. It looked fresh, which immediately put me on alert. Did my dad beat up my mom again? I swear I won't forgive him if he does.

"Your mom's in the hospital," Mindy muttered. "We've been trying to contact you before she was taken to the hospital, but you weren't answering," she said, showing me her old phone. "See, it's still ringing. Where's your phone, dear?" At her question, I immediately patted the pockets of my pants, trying to find my phone, but all I felt was my coin purse and the pepper spray Ash had given me. Panic started to set in. I even searched my bag, but it only contained my books, calculator, and some papers.

Shit.

I silently cursed in my head when I remembered where I had left it. After putting it on the cabinet, I didn't pick it up again before heading home. How dumb.

"Do you know which hospital my mom was taken to?" I asked her.

Mindy nodded and handed me a piece of paper. It seemed like she had prepared it earlier, ready to give it to me as soon as I arrived.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thank you." After that, I quickly flagged down a cab and headed to the hospital where my mom was.

THE time had passed, and it was already a week after my mom was taken to the hospital. I couldn't help but clench my fists as I stared at my mom in the hospital bed.

Her head was bandaged, and there were numerous tubes connected to her arm. Even though she had been here for almost a week, she hadn't woken up because her head hit the floor.

Mindy said that a woman had come to our house. Nobody recognized her because she looked wealthy and arrived in a fancy car. At first, the house was quiet, but soon after, there was a loud thud, which made everyone rush over. No one saw the woman leave, but they found my mom lying on the floor with her head bleeding.

Just hearing the story made me want to kill someone. I gritted my teeth as I stared at my mom. I stayed outside, not wanting to disturb her rest.

"Unbelievable," I muttered to myself, realizing my dad wasn't here.

As much as my mom loved my dad, that's how useless he was when it came to us.

In just a week, I felt like I had lost weight. I also had dark circles under my eyes.

I took a deep breath. eded to calm myself down. I need to be the strong woman I always am, especially since my mom is unconscious. I'll make sure that woman pays, both to me and the law.

I'll find her, no matter what.

But I guess I won't need to.

"Is your mom in that room?" A woman in her 40s approached me.

Her voice and aura were intimidating, causing me to raise an eyebrow. I didn't like her from the moment I saw her.

She was wearing a black dress and a tiger fur coat. She had boots on, her hair tied up, and she was wearing sunglasses, which she took off when she approached me.