Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

I doubt it.

I wanted to say that out loud but chose to stay silent.

This is what I've been talking about-I'm not safe here. I need to leave with my children as soon as possible and hide them somewhere no one can find them.

I have two options if I want to gain power quickly.

Coleman or Parker.

Go to the enemy's competitor, or play directly with the enemy.

"Press the red button if you need anything-"

"Set me up a meeting with Simon," I interrupted Evangeline.

If I want to gain power and destroy the people who ruined my life, I'll need to keep my enemies close-and dismantle them from the inside.

"MOM? Are you here with us?"

I was jolted back to reality when my daughter called out to me. I hadn't even noticed that I was sitting on my legs, lost in thought about the past. Chiara was waving both hands in front of my face. "W-What?" I asked her, blinking twice.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me, refusing to answer my question.

I couldn't help but smile as I looked at her. Chiara Coleman.

She was wearing a white dress with matching white doll shoes. Her hair was styled in twin-tails, and she was giving me puppy eyes. She got her cute face, chubby cheeks, and double eyelids from me. I'm pretty sure her personality came from me too.

"Hmph!" She suddenly scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're not paying attention, Mom. You deserve punishment." Punishment?

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my daughter. Where did she even learn about punishments? Did she... pick that up from me too? "Ouch!" I winced when Thunder flicked my forehead out of nowhere.

It wasn't that hard, but it was enough to startle me. His tiny hands couldn't hurt me much anyway.

Thunder Coleman.

If Chiara took after me, Thunder clearly inherited Ash's features. Even as a child, it's already obvious that he'll grow up looking a lot like Ash.

The only difference between Thunder and his dad is their personality. Thunder seems to have taken after Mason instead. They're both quiet and not very talkative. Ash isn't like that-he's playful, although not as mischievous as Haze. "Why did you flick me?" I asked, raising a brow.

I barely have time to visit them since I've been so busy. I can't help but feel like I'm not taking care of them properly anymore. It scares me that they might grow up rebellious like me.

"Because you were spacing out, Mom," he replied without hesitation, his tone cold. "She's been calling you for a while now," he added, pointing at Chiara, who was now grinning as she examined Thunder's hair.

I also looked at it and gasped.

"What happened to your hair, Thunder?" I gently pulled him closer to inspect it. "Won't this make your hair fall out? It's tied too tight."

I already knew who did it-Chiara. No wonder she couldn't stop grinning; she had pulled one of her stunts again.

"My scalp is getting itchy," Thunder complained, turning his back to show off his hair.

I winced. I know how heavy-handed Chiara can be because she once tied my hair the same way. Let's just say it wasn't a pleasant experience, and I genuinely thought I wouldn't be able to comb my hair properly afterward. But Chiara has always been a frustrated hairstylist. I guess it's her passion.

"It actually looks good on you!" Chiara protested when she saw Thunder complaining.

She tugged at her brother and pulled out her phone from her pocket, taking pictures of his hair. "Look here! The pink hair tie complements your skin tone perfectly!"

She even clapped her hands and bounced slightly in place. I quickly scolded her, worried she might trip and hit her head on the floor. I still don't understand where she gets her boundless energy. Neither Ash nor I have that trait.

Thunder looked at me as if asking for help, but I just chuckled. My twins are so cute. Sometimes, I still can't believe they're my children.

"Come here! Let's add more bows!" Chiara said excitedly, her eyes sparkling. "I just realized I didn't tie the other side of your hair because Mom interrupted me!"

"Chiara," Thunder warned, his tone low.

I ignored them and checked my phone. It was already one o'clock in the morning, yet they were still wide awake. Their sleeping schedule was still out of sync.

I'd sent them to the States with their nanny, Darcy, for a while, but they kept complaining and came back within a month.

"I just need to finish three more bows so it'll look even cuter," Chiara pleaded. "Please? Pretty please?"

"No. Stay away from me," Thunder replied firmly.

Chiara pouted while Thunder furrowed his brows. Watching them, I couldn't tell if they were about to pull each other's hair or reconcile in the next moment. "Thunder-"

"I said no."

My gaze lingered on Thunder. Every time he acts like this, I see Ash in him. If Ash ever meets him, he'll immediately know they're father and son. They look so much alike. But I won't let that happen.

"Do you know that every time you say no, I hear yes?" Chiara teased, her frown turning into a mischievous grin. "Come here! Let's finish what we started!"

Chiara started chasing Thunder, who immediately ran away, clutching his hair. It was oddly adorable seeing him run coolly yet desperate to avoid his sister.

Just watching them makes me feel sane. Moments like these help me forget what I've done. I run an illegal organization, take lives, fulfill missions for my father, and occasionally buy men to satisfy desires I can't ignore. Sometimes I wonder how my life turned out like this.

But I will not drag my mother or my children into my mess. If I'm taking someone to hell with me, it'll only be Ash.

"Chiara, Thunder. Stop that," I told them.

They stopped, walking toward me together. Chiara reached for Thunder's hair again, but I called her name sharply. She froze mid-action, then lowered her hand, biting her lip.

"Peace, Mommy," my little girl said, flashing a peace sign. "I wanted to tie your hair when you visited us, but since you didn't, I practiced on Thunder!"

I couldn't help but laugh. Thunder shot me a glare, so I quickly stifled my laughter and cleared my throat. If my daughter is lively, my son is definitely grumpy.

"And you're proud of that?" Thunder scolded his sister. "I can't take this anymore, Mom."

He was about to remove it when Chiara interrupted him.