Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"I didn't bring you here to gossip, Miller." Evangeline's arms were crossed as she glared at me. It seemed like she was ready to lash out at anyone just to vent her anger.

"I know.," I replied coldly before writing in my small notebook.

I was listing the things we needed to do before the start of freshmen week. It's sad that it's a Sunday, but here we are, still working on the preparations.

"So you know. Then, do your job correctly," she thundered.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was more intense than usual. Evangeline was obviously feeling the pressure from all the issues happening now. She never planned to prepare a month ahead only for the event to be ruined like this. I only shook my head in response. I'm the only one who can tolerate her in times like this.

"You're all just making me angrier. Where did I go wrong when I planned this event a month in advance?" Evangeline muttered, her tone angry. "Those little jackasses. They play dirty."

The College of Accountancy student council has the best way of handling events, recognizing her as the best project manager thrice. Because of that, other departments were envious of her, so they were finding ways to ruin her future events. That's why I understand why Evangeline is so frustrated today. The student council's reputation and hers are at stake. One mistake can ruin her life forever... just like mine.

Damn it, I remembered again.

After that incident, everything just got messier. I haven't heard any news from Haze, but I know he's planning something... horrible, just like what I did to him.

Also, my home has become more like hell for me. My father never stops scolding me, saying I've become more rebellious because I'm studying at a good school, while my mother just glares at me every time I leave for school and when she comes home from work.

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"Stop spacing out, Sapphire," Evangeline snapped at me, glaring again.

"Oh, sorry." I sighed.

Anyway, I've been following Evangeline around since earlier, not because I wanted to, but because that was her instruction.

"You're the secretary, so you should be the one taking notes. Do I have to write everything down myself? I already have enough on my plate. Stop asking nonsensical questions and just do your job if you don't want to lose your scholarship." I couldn't help but wince, remembering her response when I asked why she wanted me to follow her like a leech today.

"Right. I have a job for you." Evangeline's mood, which was sour earlier, now turned into a smirk like she was planning something evil.

I don't like the way she smirks. That's usually bad news for me.

"Do everything you can to make Ash, Mason, and Haze perform at the event on Friday," she demanded with authority.

Fuck. I knew there was something behind that smirk.

I couldn't help but massage my temples as I tried to process her command. "Are you kidding me right now?"

I've been avoiding Ash, Mason is hard to find, and Haze... never mind. Everyone knows how much he hates me now.

"I'm not," she answered coldly. "If you can't convince them to perform, then don't bother showing up at the student council ever again, and technically, leave this school too." "Why me?" I asked.

"Why not you? Are you doubting all my life decisions? How dare you?" Evangeline shot back, raising an eyebrow.

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"It's not like that-"

"Then stop asking anything about it," she said, cutting me off. "Try to ask Haze first. If you manage to convince Mason and Ash but not Haze, every effort you'll make will go to waste, don't you think?" I nodded. She has a point, after all.

What I don't understand is why she needs me to do this, knowing well how angry Haze is with me right now. I don't even know if his hand has healed after I dislocated it.

Weeks had passed, but I doubt the pain has faded that fast.

"You're Mason's sister," I said in a low tone.

"And you're my freaking secretary, Jade," she shot back as she rolled her eyes at me.

I can't understand Evangeline anymore. Sometimes she's nice to me, but most of the time, she's not. I wonder if she has a twin, and maybe that's the one who's nice to me, or perhaps she has a split personality? "Fine. I'll do it." No matter how much I argue with her, I won't win. "When should I go?"

"Would you rather go in the next few days after the event is over?" Evangeline said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

I sighed in frustration, trying to hold back. Is her mood that bad right now that she's taking it out on everyone? Even Prescilla, her friend, couldn't escape her wrath.

"I'll go now," I answered before I put my notebook in my bag.

I was about to walk out of the auditorium, but I stopped when I noticed her already observing the stage design.

She fucking smiled. A genuine one.

Because of that, I stomped away, hoping it would at least help me vent some of my frustration.

"EVANGELINE Rose, you bitch."

I couldn't do anything else now but curse Evangeline, either in my mind or out loud, as I stood in front of the Greensmith Hospital where Haze was recovering.

I sighed deeply as I looked at the hospital. As far as I know, Haze's family was even richer than Mason and Ash. Maybe it's because the Greensmith family owns several businesses abroad.

Yet, I had the guts to dislocate his shoulder that time. As I thought about it, it only just sank in what a foolish thing I did, especially to someone as rich and influential as Haze.

Anyway, it's been a while since I last saw Ash. I don't know what it is with him, but he's like a ghost that disappears and reappears whenever he feels like it.

Suddenly, I realized something. After he messed with me, I haven't seen him with another woman since. It's either he messes with me, or I don't see him at school at all. Could it be that he's flirting with other women outside?

I shook my head because my thoughts were going in all sorts of directions again. Whatever he wants to do with his life shouldn't affect me. I shouldn't care about whatever he's up to. I have other things to do.

"You don't have an appointment with Mr. Greensmith. You can't go to his room right now," said the staff in the information desk.