Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"Whether you love her or not, I don't care. In this kind of life, you should be prepared to sacrifice even yourself," Don Coleman scolds his son.

He wouldn't let a mere maid ruin the life he had planned for Silver. He would slap Silver back into his world, where he belonged.

"But fine, I understand. Since this is the first time you've experienced this so-called love, I'll give you a choice: either you remove her from this house, or I will kill her myself?" Don Coleman asked, before spinning the gun in his hand and tucking it away.

"She has been kind to you, Dad," Silver told him.

His father released him, and he could finally breathe properly. He had truly thought this would be the end of his life.

"If I were to show kindness to everyone who's been good to me, I wouldn't be here now, and you should've known this," Don Coleman said, his tone dangerously low. "If they do something that threatens the company, like the madness you're engaging in now, I won't hesitate to kill them."

Silver didn't speak as he tried to gauge the situation. His father always took business matters seriously, and negotiations with the Parker and Greensmith families were top priorities. "Choose wisely, Silver. Titania's life is in your hands right now," Don Coleman threatened him."If you try to mess this up again, I'm telling you, you won't like what I'll do." And with that, Silver was left unsure of what to do.

MEANWHILE, Titania went back to the maid's quarters. She took all her necessities. "I need to leave. Our lives are in danger."

What she heard earlier was enough to conclude that something bad would happen to her. She needs to take matters into her own hands, so she took her phone and called Randall. "Hello, love? Did you miss me-"

"Randall, listen to me. Don't come to this city; I'll come back there. Do you understand?" said Titania in a serious tone, which puzzled him.

From the start, he had felt something unusual about Titania, but now it was confirmed.

"Okay. I'll wait for you here," Randall replied. "Do you need to come back urgently?"

"As soon as possible," she answered, and soon after, she hung up the phone.

"This is the first time I can't follow your instructions, love..." Randall whispered as he looked at the towering buildings and passing cars.

He was already in the city, ready to go to Titania even though it was late at night.

As soon as Titania hung up, she clung the backpack on her back. The mansion was too large, and she didn't know where to go.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

But they're in danger. She knew that Simon would come after her, too. She wouldn't allow her child to end up with someone as evil as Simon.

Suddenly, someone entered the room. It was Silver.

"What are you doing here-" She didn't finish her question as Silver suddenly approached her and covered her mouth.

"I'll help you leave here. Live your life and forget about us. I'll make sure you get out safely," Silver muttered. "Meet me in the garden tonight. I'll get you out."

With that, Titania smiled. Perhaps Silver's kindness was real, as he was still helping her even in this situation.

But it was just an illusion.

After a few hours of waiting at the garden, it wasn't Silver who arrived... but Don Coleman's men.

'Silver betrayed me...' said Titania at the back of her mind.

He led her to believe he would help her, but instead, he would hand her over to his father.

Titania immediately ran away from the garden. When she found a small space, she squeezed through even though it left scratches on her arms. There, she ignored the pain and ran away.

Even though she wanted to forget all the memories of that mansion, the memories-both good and bad-were engraved in her heart.

'SIMON PARKER was crazy as fuck,' I said at the back of my mind as I watched my mom sobbing uncontrollably after telling me everything.

I wanted to know how she ended up with my stepfather, and how we managed to survive. With the influence my father had at that time, even up until now, I knew it would've been easy for him to track her down. However, I only let those thoughts inside my head as my mom cried harder. She gripped my thigh tightly, struggling to breathe properly.

Tears were streaming down her face, and I didn't want to add to that.

All the questions I had in my mind, I would find a way to answer them myself. Maybe Ash could help me set up an appointment with his father. From the way my mom described him, I could tell he was a kind man, and I don't know if she noticed it, but Silver was definitely in love with her.

Yet she hated him because he wasn't there when she needed him the most.

And I know something about that doesn't add up.

"Here's some water," I said as I handed her a glass of water. "Breathe, Mom. It's okay now. Just forget everything you told me."

I had already expected this to happen. Even earlier, when she told me she was ready to talk, I noticed her hands trembling.

She wasn't ready, but she tried to tell me everything. But I knew that she still withheld some crucial details.

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I wonder why.

"Mom, stop," I tried to calm her down, but she only cried harder in front of me.

I furrowed my brow as I gently patted her back. Did I say the wrong thing? Should I have told her to just cry it all out?

But if I did that, she'd cry a river.

This is the first time I've seen her cry like this. That memory was excruciating for her, after all, but she chose to hold on. She still kept a photo of them. It was taken at the worst time of her life, yet she couldn't let it go. "Mom, you're a masochist, don't you realize that?" I asked her, which made her eyes widen.

"Masochist?" she asked, surprised.

Now I understand Taking the pain my stepfather inflicted on her, holding on to those painful memories... maybe she thought it was the only thing she could do.

Maybe that's why I turned out like this, too.

"If it hurts so much, there's no harm in letting go," I said as I scooted closer and hugged her, resting her head on my shoulder. "You're the only one holding onto this pain, Mom. You're the one choosing to live with it." She pulled away from my embrace and pointed to her heart. "The pain I feel right now... that's what kept me alive in this world."

And she unknowingly inflicted it on me.