Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"A-Ash-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as he placed a hand on my nape. He lifted me slightly, and pressed his lips against mine.

I wanted to push him away, but I was too weak-not because of the poison, but because of his presence and what he was doing.

He bit my lower lip, forcing my mouth open. Taking advantage of the moment, he slipped something into my mouth.

A capsule?

"That's your antidote, baby," he said, staring at me. "You can either swallow it or die here instantly."

It had been five years... yet he looked the same. The same Ash who loved me... and almost killed me.

"It's been a while. You're still as beautiful as ever," he said, finally letting me go.

He moved over to Windwood and took a syringe as well. He quickly administered it to the senator.

I blinked twice, but he was still there. I wasn't hallucinating, nor was I dreaming.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice still weak.

"Evangeline told you to wait for her signal, didn't she?" He smirked and pointed to himself. "I'm the signal she was talking about. Now stop interrogating me. We've got a mission to accomplish, don't we?" Ash is the signal? What the fuck is happening?

He placed his hands on either side of my neck, seemingly checking if I still had a fever like earlier. Thanks to the antidote he gave me, I was feeling fine now.

He quickly organized my things and even picked up the items I had scattered earlier while rummaging through the cabinet.

Ash was wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, which made me curious. What was he doing here, and why did it seem like he had a mission of his own, just like me?

And I couldn't believe that after five years... we'd meet again like this.

"You do realize you're messing up my mission right now, don't you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am not ruining your mission, as you can see. I'm cleaning up here," he said, motioning to the surroundings.

His words got on my nerves. Was he trying to imply that I couldn't handle my mission properly?

For five years, I was searching for him-not because I missed him, but because I wanted to kill him.

Yet now that the man I've been dying to see is standing in front of me, I don't even know what to do.

He looks and acts just the same as when we were still together.

Except for that night.

"Still can't say thank you when someone helps you?" he asked, snapping me back to reality. "Old habits die hard, don't they?"

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" I retorted. He just smiled in response.

After arranging everything, he came closer again and threw a pair of gloves at me, which I promptly put on.

Together, we lifted Senator Windwood onto the bed, making it look like he was just sleeping.

"You don't wear gloves?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"I don't need to," I replied curtly.

I didn't have gloves because I didn't care if they detected my fingerprints. My identity was registered with different ones anyway.

And if things went south, I could easily change my fingerprints using an invention from Varlett's organization.

Evangeline and her team's inventions had been invaluable. They could make a fortune selling them, but they only used them within the organization.

"What the fuck? He's not getting any better. He looks like he's sleeping, but there's no real progress," I muttered, glancing at Senator Windwood, then back at Ash. "If you want this mission to succeed, we need to do something to save him." I still had so many questions that only Senator Windwood could answer.

I didn't trust Ash, though. Not one bit. But I didn't have a choice since he was here. If either of us messed this up, we'd both get caught.

Then again, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea-I'd take him down with me.

"He's hopeless. He'll die sooner or later," he said casually, making my eyes widen. "The other poison has already spread through his body. It was administered before you even got here."

I raised an eyebrow.

Who was behind it? Why were they trying to eliminate Senator Windwood? Was it because of what he knew? If so, then he needed to stay alive.

"Why give him the antidote if that's the case?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

His explanation confused me. If he thought Senator Windwood was as good as dead, why bother with the antidote? Was he just toying with me?

"That's what you call erasing evidence, baby," he said with a smirk, winking at me.

He adjusted the senator's clothes, then took something out of his pocket.

"Your fingerprints are here," he said, spraying something all over the room.

It was odorless, and he sprayed generously, especially where I had lingered the longest. I guessed it was from Evangeline.

So she knew where Ash was all along and just didn't tell me?

I'd probably yank her hair out.

"I'll erase your fingerprints here. You're out of this mess," he said.

He put the spray back in his bag and grabbed me by the shoulders, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite decipher.

"Now, go. Evangeline and I already prepared everything. Someone else will take the blame for you," he explained. "Go to the front door. He'll wake up later, suffer a little, and die slowly." He glanced at Senator Windwood before turning his gaze back to me.

"He'll get the kind of death he deserves. That's certain."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, frowning.

He definitely knew something. After all, Senator Windwood worked for his company, so it made sense he'd have inside information.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

But why was he letting him die? Was Ash the one trying to kill him, and now he was just using me as a pawn?

"That's the side effect of the two poisons," he replied.

I looked at him again, noticing the small wound on his right cheek. It was so minor I hadn't seen it earlier, but somehow it added to his allure.

"Now that I made him drink the antidote, one poison's effects will wear off. He'll die in a few hours, like I told you earlier," he explained quickly, making sure I understood.

If they knew earlier that Senator Windwood had already been poisoned and yet they risked our entire team to give him another dose...

"That means-"

"You're right. We used you to confirm that."