Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly. Shocked, I pulled away, making his grin widen.

"You're different from all the other girls," he murmured. "And even if you ignore me now, I'm sure the day will come when you'll beg to be near me."

No. Trusting him would be a ridiculous choice. It seems like I need to be more careful with him around than the bullies I have in this school.

"I don't need salvation," I told him in a cold tone as I left.

***

I thought I could endure everything, but the bullying only worsened as time went by.

It wasn't just petty pranks anymore. I was now running for my life as three drunken male students chased me. They looked like they wanted to make me their prey.

This was the third time it had happened, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

I hid behind a wall, clutching my chest as I tried to catch my breath. "Somebody, please help me..."

As if in answer to my silent plea, Prince, who was wearing a red-and-black checkered shirt, appeared.

His gaze swept over me, from my sweat-drenched forehead to the torn collar of my shirt, which exposed part of my neck.

"Please... stop them," I whispered, my voice trembling as I fought back tears.

He smirked. "Sure."

Moments later, the air was filled with the anguished screams of my pursuers. When he returned, his clothes were soaked in blood.

"I told you," he said with a chilling smile, grabbing my wrist. "One day, you'll come running to me."

When everyone knew what Prince did to my bullies, no one dared come near me again.

The girls who used to do nothing but pick on me now just looked at me from a distance. The three male students who tried to harass me last night couldn't even muster the courage to face me.

At that time, I felt relieved. I could live a normal life again. I could finally review my lessons in peace, not worrying if someone would pour cold water on me, or someone around the campus would grab me late at night and harass me.

It was all because of Prince. He fulfilled his promise. He had said no one would dare touch me again if I agreed to what he wanted.

His request wasn't even that difficult. All he wanted was for me to keep him company on days he needed someone around.

Sometimes, I would sit with him while he napped in the park, or I'd stay with him while he drank alcohol. He never forced me to drink with him, so I didn't mind.

Still, even though he showed me I could trust him, I couldn't shake the feeling that it might all be a facade.

It felt like something dark was hidden beneath the surface.

***

Months went by like that, but everything crumbled when I discovered something about Prince.

"You're the one who started it all," I told him in an angry tone as I approached him at the bench-one of his favorite spots at school.

He looked at me, frowning as he probably noticed the anger in my voice.

Prince sat up, the confusion evident in his face. "What are you talking about?"

"You're the reason I've been bullied here!" I exclaimed. "That's why people kept harassing me even though I never did anything to them!"

Prince was the one orchestrating everything. I overheard the other students who used to bully me, complaining that they already lost their earnings now that they don't need to bully me.

He didn't even realize how traumatizing those moments had been for me. It's why I struggled to make friends, always pretending to be strong when I wasn't, constantly scared someone would hurt me.

The pain was even worse when it came from people I trusted the most.

"Did you do all this just to get close to me?" I asked, the pain evident in my voice.

It was the only reason I could think of why he'd put me through this-but it was so fucking absurd.

"What if I say yes? What can you even do about it?" he answered as he stood up, running a hand through his hair. "I've already got you. My plan worked."

I clenched my fists, my patience gone. "You're a sick, manipulative bastard."

I wasn't surprised when he stepped closer and grabbed my face, his hand squeezing my jaw tightly.

It hurt, but I endured it, my death glare unwavering even though my knees were trembling.

"I dare you to say that again, Sapphire," he whispered, his eyes shut tightly as if trying to control his emotions.

I felt the hairs on my neck stand when he leaned in and sniffed it softly-as if he found it intoxicating. I wanted to call for help, but it was just the two of us there.

"As long as you're mine, I don't care if I'm a sick, manipulative bastard." He released me with a slight push. "Don't even think about running from me, Sapphire. I'm your Prince, your master... and you shall serve me wholeheartedly." That's when I realized he was completely insane.

Because of him, I planned to switch schools for senior high. Just one more month-I only had to endure for one more month.

I hid all the time, making sure Prince couldn't find me. I befriended the teachers and often stayed in the faculty room. He couldn't use his power there.

I thought that would be enough.

What I didn't expect was for him to follow me home.

"Please... no, don't come near me..." I pleaded, stepping backward, my body trembling, tears streaming down my face.

It was raining hard, and it was dark. No one else was around.

How did he know I'd be alone? Was he watching me every second? But only obsessed people did that.

The thought made my heart race even more.

"Why won't I come near you?" he asked, grinning, as he took another step toward me.

I backed away again, shivering from the cold rain soaking through my clothes. My umbrella had already fallen to the ground in my panic.noveldrama

He kept advancing until I felt frozen in place, my feet glued to the floor. Prince's grin widened as he saw the fear in my eyes.

"Don't you want me to get this close?" He brushed the strands of my hair with his left hand.

In his right hand, he held a knife, pointing it at me.

"L-Let me go-"

"I don't want to," he interrupted. "You're mine, Sapphire. Only mine. Do you understand? No other man is allowed near you because you belong to me!"

I shook my head furiously, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it hard. I cried out in pain as his smirk grew wider.

His sinister laughter echoed as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Do you want to get hurt before you understand me?" Then, I felt the cold blade of the knife press against my side.