Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

WHAT CAN one do if they were heavenly broken, destroyed... and lost?

All these years, I felt nothing but anger and pain. I tried to let it go, but those emotions kept piling up to the point that I couldn't think straight anymore.

The pain was so overwhelming that I wanted to lash out... or disappear entirely. But I knew that wasn't the solution to the problems I was facing. Yet, the reason for all that pain was standing right in front of me.

"Sapphire," Ash addressed me, flashing his infamous smirk. "It's nice to see you again, isn't it?"

He looked the same, but something's different. I just couldn't figure out what exactly it was... but I was too numb to care.

Unlike before, I couldn't read his emotions anymore. They were too... dark. The once-loving eyes that I used to see were completely gone.

Now, they were filled with pure hatred. He wasn't even trying to hide it.

And I couldn't understand where that hatred came from. I should be the one angry at him. I lost everything because of him... to the point that I no longer feared losing anything else.

"Is it?" I asked back, taking a step closer to him. "I beg to disagree. You, of all people, are the last person I'd wish to see again."

Every word I uttered was filled with disgust and fury. If I could turn back time, I'd undo the day I met him. To this day, I can't believe I ever loved a man like him.

A manipulative, wicked bastard who even had the audacity to show up here after shooting me that day.

The memory was still vivid in my mind. I'd never, ever forget it.

We were at the beach, though I don't even know why we went there. The sun was blazing. It should've been a place to calm our minds and refresh our souls with its breathtaking view... but here we were, ready to set the ocean on fire at any moment.

Two demons in one place were never a good idea.

"Aw, that hurts, baby," he teased, chuckling slightly.

This time, he was the one who stepped closer until our skin touched. I pulled my arm away when it grazed his chest, but he immediately caught my hand.

He gripped it tightly, pulling me into a hug. But I knew there was more to his gesture. The Ash I knew never did anything without a hidden agenda.

And, as expected, I was right.

"You're not the good Sapphire I used to know," he said, his right hand pressing something cold against my chest. Even without looking, I knew it was a knife.

I could feel its sharp edge digging into my skin, but over the years, my body had grown numb... just like my heart.

He pressed the blade against my neck this time. I felt a slight sting, but instead of wincing, I smirked, meeting his gaze. Maybe he expected me to cry or beg for my life.

But I'd already lost it when he shot me.

"I'm not a good girl, to begin with."

He wasn't the only one who thought about killing me. From the moment I saw him standing not too far away, I wanted to see his blood dripping down his face. I wanted him to beg for his life.

I wanted answers-why the hell did he try to kill me back then?

"See this?" I said, pressing my gun against his temple. "I wouldn't think twice about pulling the trigger." I pushed the barrel harder against his head.

This is my favorite gun; a. 357 Magnum Revolver, a sleek gray weapon that suited me perfectly. When I first saw it in the shop, I bought it immediately. Why? Because I imagined killing Ash with it-the same type of gun he used on me.

"Same thoughts, Sapphire." His expression darkened, his eyes growing colder.

At that moment, I understood what Silver felt when he brutally killed Randall. Satisfaction.

I never thought I'd feel it, too-The pleasure of killing someone you've always wanted to destroy. Just imagining it sent shivers down my spine.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you try to kill me, I can't promise I won't slit this beautiful neck of yours." He shifted the knife slightly, enough to make a thin line of blood trickle down.

"Then do it." I leaned my neck closer to his knife, deliberately pressing against the blade. More blood began to drip, some staining his hand.

I laughed loudly when I saw the confusion on his face. Was he still expecting to see the old Sapphire after all these years? Impossible. I killed that version of myself long ago.

"What now, Ash? Do it. I'm commanding you," I demanded with authority.

I slid my gun from his temple down to his neck. I think he will be more handsome if he's dead.

And much to say, I really love our position today. His arm was around my waist while his other hand was strangling my neck. He can kill me by strangling or stabbing me, while I can kill him by shooting him. And even if it looked like he had the upper hand, it wasn't really the case.

"How sad." I pouted as I stared at him. "All talk. I was waiting for you to kill me, but you didn't."

As I said that, a wide grin spread across my face. I made sure he could see the determination in my eyes. "Let me show you how I fulfill my promise.

With that, he expected me to pull the trigger, but I didn't. He didn't notice the katana I was holding in my other hand. I quickly lunged, aiming for his neck just as he was doing to me.

He let go of me immediately, but he managed to slash my neck too.

Damn, I expected this to happen, but the cut was so deep. Even if I die with him today, that's fine by me.

"You'll die... with me." He grinned, seeming proud of his words.

But moments later, he coughed up blood. It was my turn to laugh, even though I was also bleeding a lot. The pleasure of seeing him in pain overpowered the pain I was feeling.

"Yeah? Who cares, jerk?" I retorted. "Even in another life, I would still despise you," I said, pointing the gun at him. "Big time."

I heard a gunshot.. and with it, the sound of my alarm clock. I grabbed it from the side table and slammed it against the wall.

That's it. The condo unit was silent again..

"Damn. My head." I tried to get up and open my eyes, but I immediately squinted because of the sunlight. It only made my headache worse.

But, yeah. I had plans today.

I got up from the bed and walked to the door, but I stopped when I saw the picture of Ash and me on the wall. It was our first picture when we had a vacation.

And as much as I wanted to throw it away, I just couldn't find the courage to do that... Because that's the only reminder for me that I need to stay alive and unleash all my skills. So I can kill him in the way that will satisfy me the most.

"Even in my dreams, I still want to kill you," I muttered as I stared at the picture.

I took a deep breath as I looked at our faces. We were happy in that photo. I badly miss that time, which was when I decided to do the thing I should've never done in the first place. To trust him with all of my heart, and love him.

Because that love I had for him is what makes me insane as time goes by.

"I miss you..." I said as I caressed the picture, but I wasn't referring to Ash.

I was referring to myself because I miss the life I had before. To be honest, I don't recognize myself anymore... and I don't even know how I ended up like this.

I still don't know where Ash is. After that day, he just disappeared.

And... too bad, he took my heart with him.

Now, I am heartless and merciless.

I'll make him suffer more than he did to me. I'll make him think that he's got it all, and just when he thinks he's going to win this battle, that's when I'll take everything from him. Even his life.