Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"Where are your words coming from?" I asked, tilting my head.

To my surprise, Mason stood up and pulled me out of the office.

"Hey-What the heck!"

I had wanted to ask what he meant by his words, but he practically dragged me to the door.

We rarely see each other, yet this is how he treated me.

Does he have a love life he's not telling me about?

"Maybe it is," I finally said to myself before going inside the elevator.

I went to the parking lot and entered my car. I started the engine and headed toward the place where my mother was staying.

It was just a house far from the city. Its appearance was deceptive, though-looks haunted on the outside, but elegant and well-maintained inside. "Take a break," I told the two guards stationed outside as they greeted me.

They looked utterly exhausted, probably from being chewed out by Simon again. The only reason his employees stay is because of his money.

I picked up that trait from him-using money to manipulate people and buy their loyalty.

"This way, ma'am," a maid said with a smile, leading me to my mother's room.

It was my second time visiting here, and the first time I'd seen this maid. The first time I came, only the guards and nurse were around.

Simon is so cruel. After all the missions he made me complete, he wouldn't even let me visit here once a week.

That's why every second here is precious. I don't answer calls or reply to any messages, no matter how urgent. Nothing is more important than my family. They're my priority above all else.

When we entered the room, I froze at the sight of Mom lying on the bed. A nurse and a doctor were checking her vitals.

When they noticed me, they nodded and left the room, followed by the maid who had guided me.

"Mom..." I slowly approached and sat on the chair beside her.

I took her hand, averting my gaze as I noticed the IV lines connected to it. Gently, I stroked her hand with my thumb. Her hands looked lifeless and frail after all these years.

"How are you, Mom?" I asked, staring at her.

I wanted to look at her, but at the same time, I wanted to look away. She wore a white hospital gown that seemed too big for her now.

Her body had deteriorated so much over the years.

"I'm here again..." I said softly, tears spilling from my eyes. "Open your eyes so you can see me..."

Memories of our time together flooded back. The days when, even though we fought, we still loved each other. The times she scolded me but would reconcile soon after. And those moments when her actions were hard to understand. She did it all for me... and for her love for Randall.

I shut my eyes tightly, biting my lower lip to suppress my sobs, my hand still holding hers.

She is still alive, but barely holding on. She hasn't woken up since the day she was shot. Only God knows if she'll ever wake up... or if she'll wake up at all.

But I'm still hoping-that hope keeps me fighting, no matter how difficult it gets.

I let all my tears flow. I still vividly remember the way she parted her lips, blood spilling all over her body. She looked at me... and Silver.

She couldn't believe that the man she thought loved her almost killed her.

It was the same for me.

I glanced at my hand and saw the faint scar on my palm. It's faded over the years, but it's still there.

A constant reminder of the blood contract I made with Simon five years ago.

"But it has a price, my child." Simon stood from his swivel chair, approaching me. "You don't have any money. So, how will you repay me? My knowledge, experience, and skills aren't free."

He was right. I didn't have a single cent. All I had was my anger-and my will to live, long enough to kill everyone who had ruined my life.

"You can use me however you want," I said without hesitation, my voice cold and unyielding. "For as long as you want."

This is why he impregnated my mother in the first place-to create me. And now, here I was, offering myself to him.

I saw the grin spread across his face at my words. "I'll train you in exchange for your service. You know how much I've wanted you to join the mafia."

There was no mistaking the satisfaction in his voice as he spoke. He didn't care about my mother-or even me. We were tools, expendable in his eyes. "I have another condition," I interjected.

He raised an eyebrow but gestured for me to continue. He didn't appear annoyed by my demand. If anything, he seemed to expect it.

"No matter how hard it gets... my mother must stay alive." My fists clenched as I thought of her. "Whatever happens, you can't kill her or put her in danger." "Accepted," he agreed without hesitation. "But what do I get in return?"

"I'll destroy everyone for you."

And once it's over, I'll destroy you too.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pen from his desk.

This would be a handwritten contract. I didn't trust his word, but I would trust a documented agreement.

"Clever," he commented as I handed him the paper. He read through it with a satisfied smirk, nodding as he did.

The document was short: just the date, our names, the agreement, and the conditions.

"Until I achieve my personal goal," Simon read aloud. "What is it, child?"

"I believe that's none of your business," I replied coldly.

His grin widened, and he didn't press further.

He reached for the pen to sign, but I snatched the paper back before he could. He didn't protest but raised an eyebrow at my actions.

"We won't sign with ink," I said as I picked up a cutter from the pen organizer and sliced my palm.

The cut wasn't deep, just enough for blood to flow. The sting was sharp, but I ignored it.

I let my blood drip onto the paper. A handwritten contract, sealed with blood.

"Brilliant."

Without hesitation, he did the same. Unlike me, his expression didn't waver. He felt nothing-not pain, not emotion.

And so, I struck a deal with the Devil himself-my own father.

If this was the only way to rise again, I would do it.

"Sealed with blood, Simon," I said as I wrapped a handkerchief around my palm. "A breach of the contract will end your life."

He didn't respond to my threat. Instead, he extended his hand toward me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Welcome to the dark side of the world, my child."