Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

My eyes wandered to the garden visible from where I stood. It was the same place where Ash and I had first met. The memory was so vivid, it felt as though it had happened yesterday. His presence back then had been overwhelming-enough to make my knees weak even now.

"Coffee?" Silver offered, breaking my reverie.

"Sure," I said, nodding as I followed him. "I missed these conversations, sir. It reminds me of the last time, minus the strings tied to my every move."

My chuckle was laced with irony, and Silver laughed in turn, knowing the double meaning behind my words.

It had been a time when he'd controlled me using my parents.

"I hope you're comfortable here. The mansion is under renovation," he remarked as he folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

The mention of renovations was confirmation enough that something major was underway.

I thought he'd take me into the mansion itself, but instead, we ended up at another section of the estate. The view of the garden was nostalgic.

It was the same one from old photographs-ones with my mother, Simon, and the Devil himself.

Nothing much had changed. The curse haunting my bloodline remained the same, repeating history. But I was determined to break the cycle for the sake of Chiara and Thunder.

"No, it's fine," I replied with a calm smile, taking a sip of the coffee on the table. "The place is lovely-cold winds and all. It must hold a lot of memories for you, doesn't it?" For a fleeting moment, his smirk vanished.

I wondered if he ever thought about my mother. Did he ever feel guilt for what happened? My mother had been comatose because of him.

Silver's gaze faltered, lost in a bitter memory. But just as quickly, he recovered.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said coolly, but his expression told a different story. "Why are you here?" he asked again, impatience evident in his voice.

I'd been waiting for him to grow restless. The silence wasn't wasted time for me-it was strategy, a deliberate effort to unnerve him.

"I want to know what happened five years ago," I said without hesitation, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.

I met his gaze with unwavering intensity.

"If you're that curious, why not figure it out yourself?" he replied cryptically, a smirk playing on his lips.

He could see through me. He knew I'd already tried to uncover his secrets, and he likely assumed I'd hit a wall with his impenetrable security systems. The memory of that unauthorized command probably still haunted him. "But alright. Ask me, and I'll answer everything," he added, the smirk widening.

"What's the deal?" I tilted my head, suspicion evident in my voice.

"You." He pointed at me, his smirk growing more sinister. "Work for me."

"I won't work for someone who almost killed my mother," I answered in a low tone, but enough for it to echo in the room.

I was trying to calm myself down, but it seemed he no longer had his focus on me. Something else caught his attention.

"Almost? Is she alive?" His tone suddenly changed when he asked that. Like mine, he clenched his fists as he gave me an intense yet deadly stare. "Where is she?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because you need to." His gaze grew darker with every second. His stare became sharper.

I chuckled when he stood up and pulled something from his waist. It was a gun. A silver gun that looked amazing and elegant. Instead of being afraid as he pointed it at my forehead, I was more in awe. "Tell me," he commanded for the second time.novelbin

I grabbed the barrel and lowered his gun to my neck. "Hey, I prefer to be shot here. Not my face."

He laughed at what I said. It seemed he couldn't believe it because he couldn't see any fear in me.

"It would be my pleasure if you shot me with that expensive gun of yours, but if I were you, I wouldn't do that," I told him as I took my phone from my bag.

I showed him something. It was one of the videos on the SD card I hid, and his face was in it. It was his conversation with Senator Windwood.

To be honest, I also had Tanner transcribe that conversation for me, but I had no interest in their discussion. It was just about illegal drug transactions and weapons. So boring.

However, he had the motive to kill. Everyone had the motive to kill him.

Poor senator.

"H-How did that-"

"If I don't return to my unit later, your face will be all over the media," I told him, pointing at the screen of my phone. I set a timer for the video to be released to the press and various social media sites. "Would you like that?"

He thought for a few seconds before finally lowering the gun and sitting back down. He returned the gun to its holster.

"No matter what you do, I won't tell you where my mother is," I warned him. "Die in remorse, Silver. You're the one who almost killed her. All she did was care for you and protect you, but this is how you repay her." I didn't filter my words.

"You're worthless," I said with full disgust. "Nice gun, by the way."

"Five years later, and you still piss me off," he said, his teeth gritted and his deadly gaze piercing through me. "I should've killed you years ago."

I turned my head to the side as a pang of pain struck my chest. I'd be a hypocrite if I said it didn't hurt. He was the person I tried to please, not because I wanted to, but because... he was important to the person I loved once. That relationship I had with Ash was truly a mistake. How naive I was to think it would work.

"I'm glad," I simply said. I wouldn't let anyone see my weakness. "Work for you, you say? On second thought, I can do that."

"Traitor," he quickly replied.

"I'm not even loyal in the first place," I answered, smirking. "But there should be another exchange. The information you have for me won't suffice..."

I leaned my face closer to him as I said, "I also want your son's life."

I was hoping to see the flustered expression on his face, but I didn't. Instead, he said something that shocked me.

"You took it from him five years ago. What do you mean?"