Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Compared to Mason and Ash, Haze's facial features look innocent. However, I couldn't be deceived by this. The expression in his eyes says that he could kill me with just a gaze. Well, who says I can't do that?

"Are you threatening me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because if yes, then it wasn't effective. Back. The. Fuck. Off."

It's rare for me to show my real emotions, and to curse at someone, especially in this school. But all the consequences I must face after this are worth it. Haze was a one-of-a-kind jerk.

"Not effective, huh?" Haze smirked. Grabbing my chin, he pulled my face closer to his, and I was grateful there was no one around in this location as the rain started pouring. "You may be pretty, but you're poor. Why would a fucking school talk back to me?"

With that question, I didn't know what hurt more-the grip on my chin or his painful words.

I thought he would let go of my chin after speaking, but I pushed him away and stepped back when I felt his tongue on my ear.

"Let me go!" I screamed, but he only laughed loudly at my reaction, which only added to my anxiety.

I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from shivering due to the cold wind and heavy rain. We were both soaked, but I couldn't move my feet.

Haze was like a demon hiding under an angel's face. It terrified me.

"This is harassment," I said, my voice trembling.

"Is it?" His laugh became darker, making my hair stand on end. "No one cares, lady. And even if you report this to the higher-ups, no one will believe you. Whatever I say will be the version of the truth."

Are they really that powerful? How many girls has he done this to?

I'm taking back what I said before. He's not just a clone of Ash. Haze is on a different level.

"You are playing hard to get, aren't you?" he asked, smirking.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

His words felt like stabs to my heart, and I hated that I was starting to feel this way. Do the rich really look down on people like us this much?

"If I didn't need to confirm something, I wouldn't have approached you... but I can say you're an interesting woman. Maybe that's why he's so obsessed with you."

Haze was about to come closer to me again but stopped when another guy stepped in front of me, shielding me.

For some reason, it felt like I was already safe.

"Hand over the girl," Haze said in annoyance as he tried to look at me, but the guy hid me further behind him.

"Mason..." I whispered as he looked at me with worried eyes.

Then he turned his gaze back to Haze, now glaring at him. "Not going to happen."

"Hah. Are we really going to fight over a girl, bro?" Haze asked, his forehead crease. "We still need to talk. Hand her over while I'm still asking nicely." His voice was laced with disdain.

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I've never felt this low in my entire life. Even though my classmates often reminded me about my financial status, it never dampened my spirit.

But Haze's words... they slapped me hard with reality.

And on top of that, he was treating me like a property he could claim.

However, Mason was surprisingly protective. No matter how many times Haze tried to approach me, Mason didn't let him. The three of us were drenched in the rain now, but I felt the heat of their anger more than the cold of the raindrops. "If you need to tell her something, just talk to me and don't mess with her," Mason said in a cold tone. His voice was shivering. He was enduring the cold because of me. "Just because we're friends doesn't mean I'll tolerate all your bullshit, Haze. I know Ash won't like this either if he finds this out."

My brows furrowed in confusion. Why does Ash have to be dragged into their conversation now?

"You know that one isn't serious," Haze chuckled, a playful expression evident in his eyes. "She just looks so good, bro. Her body is big enough to make me cum right now."

"This is what you want, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Dad's words came to my mind. I was in high school at that time... yet the scene I witnessed was horrifying. I tried to bury it at the back of my head, but Haze's words became a trigger for me to remember it again. "What a slut. I told you, you're mine!" Dad shouted as he moved his lower body, slamming himself toward Mom. "I accepted you in my life so you are mine!"

He was violent, reckless, and too fast. Even though Mom is crying with both her hands tied to the headboard, Dad doesn't seem to hear anything.

They were lovers... but it's obvious that he's doing it without Mom's consent. Their relationship wasn't a valid reason for him to take her. And for a young kid who just wanted to spend some time with her parents, that broke my heart.

I remember how I tried to forget that thing the very day I witnessed it. I don't even know how to act in front of them like nothing happened. I don't know how they manage to pretend that everything is fine when I'm in front of them, but for a kid like me, every day is hard to endure as I always look at them with their facade.

My mom was trying to be fine in front of me, even though she was badly broken... while my father was trying to pretend like he was the kindest dad in the world, even if he was the worst.

I thought everything would be fine because I hadn't witnessed anything like that again for several years, but it turned out to be worse. Everything just got more chaotic until he used up the money that was supposed to send me to college for his gambling.

"Damn it, what's wrong with you?!" I heard Haze shout, snapping me back to reality.

I gasped upon seeing that Mason punched Haze, hard. Now, Haze was on the ground with his lip burst, while Mason's hand was bleeding because of the impact.

"You messed with the wrong person," said Mason in a low yet authoritative tone before he held my wrist, not looking at me. "Let's go."

We walked away from that building, but before we could fully distance ourselves from Haze, we heard his shouts.

"You're such a buzzkill, asshole!" Haze yelled, but Mason ignored him and continued walking while pulling me along. "This will reach Dad!"

Those words stopped Mason from walking. I felt him tighten his grip on my wrist, but when he snapped out of it, he continued walking with me.