Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"If I'm a worthless child, then maybe I got it from you," I said without hesitation. "Cheating, wasting money, and treating Mom like trash in every way you can."

He's even worse than Ash, and much more horrible than Haze.

I mean, Haze's already wicked, and I can't believe the fact that if I compare him to my own father, Haze is so much better.

"Where else would I find that kind of father if not here? I don't even know why Mom puts up with you when, in fact, you're the most worthless man I've ever known," I said as I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.

His mouth opened wide when I said that. I could clearly see the shock in his eyes, and he almost dropped the bottle of alcohol he was holding.

He glared at me, but I just shrugged it off and was about to pass by my mom when she suddenly grabbed my arm and slapped me-which happened for the first time.

I thought it would end there, but my tears fell when she slapped me for the second time.

I don't know what's more painful. Is it her slap, or the fact that she slapped me?

"You don't know anything about what you're saying, so just stay quiet, Sapphire," she said to me in an authoritative tone. "I'm just protecting you from the demons around you."

She's not protecting me. She's hurting me. If this is the kind of protection she's going to give me, I'd rather she just leave me alone.

"Protection is not what ed, Mom. I need freedom, but you can't even give that to me," I said to her before I walked into my room and immediately locked the door.

"OOPS, sorry! It's because you're so careless!"

This is the third time someone bumped into me like this while I was walking towards the faculty room of the engineering department.

The books borrowed by some freshmen for one of their subjects last time were there, and they hadn't returned them to the library even though the borrowing deadline had passed.

"It's... okay," I said forcibly as I sighed in exhaustion.

Everything was so exhausting. I didn't even know why I felt this way today. That's why I prefer to be alone. It was lonely, but at least no one could hurt me.

I just left without saying anything else to them. I clenched my fists hard as I heard them laughing, like they were mocking me, before I finally got away from them.

Their group wasn't the only one messing with me today. Even other students from different buildings were picking on me.

It was still because I was the reason why Ash was suspended, and since Evangeline's authority over me ended this week, they've been continuously making my life miserable, which used to be peaceful.

I just shook my head and took a deep breath before continuing my walk to the faculty. I just hope I won't encounter those jerks here.

I am not in the mood right now, and I wouldn't know what I might do to them.

"Fuck, it's heavy," I muttered under my breath as I carried six hardbound books.

It's probably one in the afternoon, yet I am so tired. I still haven't had a proper conversation with mom since the day she slapped me on my left and right cheeks.

It's been a week, but it seems like she doesn't regret what she did that day. She doesn't even talk to me when we see each other at home. She acts like I'm not her daughter.

I don't know why she's so foolish about dad. Dad doesn't love her like he used to. He's changed a lot, but it's like she's blind to the love that no longer exists.

I just sighed and shook it off my mind.

I was about to leave the library when someone suddenly bumped into me, causing me to fall to the floor.

"Oops, sorry. I did it on purpose," said a guy in a playful tone.

When I looked up at him, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It was Haze, the wicked one.

He smirked at me while lightly stroking his chin and sizing me up. I also noticed how he licked his lower lip when he glanced at my legs. I immediately stood up and adjusted my clothes. "I'm sorry, bitch," he repeated, not taking his eyes off me.

He wasn't here to apologize to me for what he did. He came to annoy me.

To be honest, Haze does look like a troublemaker, but the first thing I noticed about him now was the wound on his cheek. It was still slightly purple in color. It seemed like it had been there for a while but hadn't healed yet. Maybe the punch was so strong that it's taking a long time to heal. He deserves that, anyway.

"Please, just stop messing with my life," I said with conviction and politeness as I clenched my fists, trying to calm myself down.

I was afraid I would lose all my patience and do something I'd deeply regret in the end. Breathe deeply, Sapphire.

"I already said sorry, didn't I?" he repeated, raising both hands. "Can't you forgive me, you ungrateful bitch?"

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That's it. I felt like a nerve snapped in my head. My gaze went darker as I stared at him. I was tired of life and looking for someone to take out my anger on.

He was about to approach me, but I immediately kicked his groin, causing him to yelp and jump around while clutching the part I kicked.

"F. uck! You're such a bitch!" The veins on his head were bulging as he shouted that at me.

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However, I am not like other people he can easily intimidate.

I took advantage of his weakness due to what I did to his groin. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. I kicked both of his knees to make him stumble. "Ah!" he groaned in pain as his knees directly hit the floor.

The impact was strong, so his bones made a sound. I closed my eyes as I smiled widely.

It feels surreal. I couldn't believe I had the courage to do this to him. It feels good to release these hidden emotions.

"I should be satisfied because I already kicked your balls, right?" I said as I started holding his right arm tightly. "But it will never be enough, Haze. Never," I added as I held onto his arm tightly.

I may look weak and stupid, but I know how to fight. I don't know why I know how to fight, but when I am in a dangerous situation, it feels like my body moves like a robot to protect myself.

I have a fast reflex and enough strength to do something, like break someone's bones.

"Enjoy the pain," I murmured as I did something I know I'll regret the next day.