Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"You might have forgotten that I'm the heir of the organization. I can take you down." Ash clenched his fists. "I don't care if you're a part of the Coleman clan. I'll protect what's mine." Azrael laughed before standing up and brushing off his pants. "Everything you claim to be yours will be mine. Just think of it as me lending it to you."

He had planned this from the moment he woke up.

'No.' He took back that thought.

Azrael had been planning this since Ash was a child. That's why he had tried to manipulate him and also worked hard to get close to Silver.

He wanted everyone to realize he was a better heir than Ash. However, Ash grew up smart, proving his abilities at a young age, so Azrael couldn't execute his plan.

But there is one more thing Azrael wanted to take. It was Sapphire

"You can still fix this if you tell me you won't love her anymore," Azrael demanded, crossing his arms. "Silver and I think the same way, you know? You and that bitch can't be together." Ash closed his eyes, trying to stay composed. He couldn't tolerate what Azrael was saying.

Just moments ago, he was happy to find out Azrael was alive, but now, he couldn't help but wonder what really happened to him.

"No. I'll always choose her. Remember that," Ash said, his tone laced with conviction.

"We'll see... if Sapphire will do the same," Azrael said, insinuating something before walking away.

***

Weeks later, Ash managed to escape. Azrael and the woman weren't visiting him, so he managed to take a shredded piece of bottle, remove the rope, and run away.

Ash went straight to their house, but before he could even enter, he found out what had happened.

He shot Sapphire, causing her to almost die. That was the news spreading in the entire place.

Suddenly, an unknown number called him, and Ash already knew who it was.

"What did you do to her?" Ash demanded as soon as he answered the phone.

"So you knew already," Azrael answered with a smirk. "She hates you now. If she survives, I'm sure she'll take revenge on you."

Azrael laughed loudly, enough to further fuel Ash's rage. "You psycho..."

"Psycho?" Azrael asked, the fury evident in his voice. "She's the reason why I endured this hell, and you're telling me I'm the crazy one here?!" "You are. You even copied my face, bastard."

"I only did that because if I don't, the cops will come after me!"

"Shit," Ash muttered a curse, his feet stepping backward from the Coleman mansion.

He couldn't go back home. Everyone believes that he was the one orchestrating it all, and who knows who Azrael's allies were in the Coleman mafia?

"I'll make your life a living hell, Ash," Azrael warned, his tone dangerously low. "And if you don't cooperate with me, the same will go for your girlfriend." Before Ash could answer, Azrael already ended the call.

With that, Ash decided to make a bold move. He traveled to another country using his fake identity and savings. He couldn't use his credit cards, as Azrael would track him down easily.

He did multiple jobs to sustain himself. At the same time, he was being careful so Azrael wouldn't find him. He worked as an engineer, and was later promoted to manager after two years. While struggling in another country, Azrael used Ash's identity to the fullest. While he struggled in another country, Azrael used his identity to its fullest. He got the empire without much effort. And he would ensure it's going to be forever.noveldrama

As soon as Azrael found where Ash was hiding, he kidnapped him and brainwashed him daily to hate Sapphire.

But Ash fought to not hate her and only remembered the happy times they had together-although it was hard at times, knowing Sapphire hated him now.

Years later, Ash wanted to blame Sapphire for everything, as Azrael's words were deeply ingrained in his mind.

But when he saw her, his love for her came back.

And then, again, he saved her instead of killing her.

***

SAPPHIRE

I was peacefully sleeping when I felt someone kissing my shoulder. The kisses were light, but enough to wake me and ignite warmth in my body. "Hmmm..." I groaned, opening my eyes.

The curtains on the large window were drawn, sparing my eyes from the harsh light.

"Good morning."

I turned over and saw Ash staring at me. He was smiling, propped up on one elbow with his face resting on his palm. Even his eyes seemed to smile. "Hi," I managed to reply, avoiding his gaze. He was shirtless, and only a blanket covered me. "Have you been up for long?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "I even made soup for your hangover. I just came back to wake you up."

"And you chose to wake me by kissing my shoulder?"

He smirked, his gaze returning to my shoulder. Looking down, I frowned as I noticed red marks on my skin.

It wasn't just kisses-he had left love bites. How naughty.

"Be grateful I only kissed your shoulder, baby," he teased, prompting me to roll my eyes. "I can kiss more if I wanted to."

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.

Even though my body ached from what we did last night, it felt like one of the best mornings of my life. My mind was calm, free of negative thoughts.

"Can you stand?" he asked as I tried to sit up.

I winced at the slight pain between my legs. If I can endure being shot, I can also endure this, right?

"I can-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Ash took a white polo shirt on his cabinet and helped me put it on. He even buttoned it and slipped on my panties afterward, taking care of me. "I've been dying to take care of you like this again," he said, lifting me in a bridal style.

He carried me to the kitchen and sat me on a high stool. I couldn't help but smile at how he had arranged everything on the countertop.

It reminded me of when he first brought me to the rooftop for a meal.

"How does it taste?" he asked nervously after I tasted the soup he made. "I cooked it myself. Do you like it?"

"Really?" I asked, looking at his hands to check if there were cuts. Gladly, he didn't have one. "It's fine. Passable."

His brow furrowed at my comment, making me laugh before clarifying, "Just kidding. It's delicious. I'm glad you've learned to cook, at least a little."

"I had to learn to survive five years ago," he replied without thinking.

It was my turn to look at him with my brows furrowed. I heard the pain in his voice as he uttered those words, but I can't ask for further details.

I'm afraid I won't be able to take it if he answers all my questions.

"Do you want to stay here for a while?" he suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Let's have a date. A wholesome date."