Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

They planned this.. Ash didn't even hide it from me.

But for him to kill me like this was more painful than watching my mother die in front of me.

"Everyone, prepare for a 12-hour surgery," I heard someone say.

When I looked, I realized it was a doctor, and we were now in a room.

An operating room.

It felt like the world was spinning as they pushed me on a stretcher, surrounded by nurses.

Memories began to flash in my mind. From my childhood to college, from all my efforts to finish my studies to this moment where I had to fight for my life. It was like the final seven-minute flashback before death.

"I don't... want to die," I whispered before feeling a needle prick my skin.

Moments later, darkness engulfed me.

But before I lost consciousness, I made a promise to myself that I'll hold on to it for the rest of my life.

Everyone will pay for the pain they caused me, and I'll make Ash regret he didn't succeed in killing me.

A YEAR has passed, and I finally have my degree. My valedictorian speech preparations were wasted because I couldn't give it live at the graduation ceremony.

I wasn't able to attend, as I'd been labeled a missing person, but I'm grateful that Mason used his connections so I could still get my diploma and other necessary documents.

I'll disappear for a while. When the time is right, I'll reintroduce myself to the world.

I don't want them to declare me dead or create a new identity. I'm fine living as a missing person. The Coleman family mustn't know where I am, especially since I'm still healing from the past.

"You look happy," I said to Evangeline, who was currently in my room. She wore a black dress with knives strapped to her legs. "You're not going to work, are you?"

I haven't returned to my own home since that day. I don't think I have the strength to go back. Seeing our house would kill me inside, so I've been staying at Evangeline's place temporarily while I search for a job.

"I have a mission, as a Varlett, of course," she answered, taking a black lipstick from the vanity table, matching it to her dress.

"You know the drill. Press the red button if you need something," she added, pointing to the custom button by my side table.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

It's been a year, yet my body hasn't healed that much. I know I have great skills, especially with proper training, but right now, I still can't move my body fully.

I can move, but only slightly. The past lingers in my memory and heart.

I didn't know how to keep living.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. Why am I letting myself be consumed by despair when I'm the only one who can lift myself up? A whole year has passed, and I guess that's long enough.

I've rested and wallowed in self-pity because of everything that happened, and nothing I do can change any of it.

Now, I'll fucking use that pain to rise up.

"What do you need?" Evangeline asked after I pressed the red button. "Press that if I'm not here, but since I am, what is it? You even pressed it aggressively."

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She was right. I pressed it multiple times.

I smirked before speaking, "I need you to set up a meeting with Simon Parker for me."

"What?" She raised an eyebrow, looking at me. "Did I hear you right? With who?"

"You heard me, Evangeline. I won't repeat myself."

Although confused, she did as I asked, even seeking Mason's permission. I just rolled my eyes again because I don't need his approval for what I want in life.

He's become overprotective since the incident, and I couldn't blame him because he still doesn't know why I was in such pain.

Only Evangeline and I know what truly happened that night. It will forever be like that.

"NEVER once did I think you'd come here to meet me."

Simon was casually seated, his legs crossed as he slowly spun his chair. His arms were folded as he watched my every move, seemingly waiting for me for a while.

Before, I used to tremble at the sight of him, remembering the suffering I endured at his hands as a child.

But now I feel nothing. I'm numb to pain. When everything seemed to be falling into place, my life shattered.

The people I loved were taken from me, and honestly, I still don't know how to accept it.

And because of that, I have to seek help from the man I hated the most- oh, wait. He's now only second on the list.

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"Good afternoon, Mister-"

"Whether you accept it or not, I'm still your father," he interrupted me.

I took a deep breath and looked away. I wanted to respond, but I came here with Evangeline's help. I need a favor from him... but I can't address him as my father. I can only call him Mr. Parker, or just Simon. "What do you want from me, child?" he asked, adjusting his posture and resting his elbows on his knees.

He clasped his hands, his eyes never leaving me. "I don't have much time, so get to the point."

"Train me," I said casually as I sat on the couch near him. "Train me to be like you."

He looked incredulous. I could barely believe what I was saying. I know I'm asking for a strange yet dangerous favor.

I despise him, but I want to be ruthless just like him. They can kill and punish without mercy.

My heart and love led me nowhere. I want to kill my conscience. I wanted to lose my ability to love someone.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked coldly, his brows furrowing before leaning back in his chair. "I'll train you to be heartless... to kill someone you love the most, and to trust no one, not even me."

I don't know if he's threatening me... but it just made my heart beat even faster. The thought of being able to kill anyone without guilt sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine.

Maybe this is the one good thing that came from the pain I feel. Everyone told me to unleash my dark side... the side I always told them was sleeping within me.

My demonic side.

"Then, do it."