All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The crunch of broken glass under boots fades into a low hum as Noah’s head spins. The acrid smell of smoke fills his nostrils, mixing with the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. His vision blurs in and out, the jagged silhouette of the crumpled car barely discernible in the haze. The faint cries of Noel coughing tears through the ringing in his ears. While he regained control earlier his phone had chimed and as he picked it up, Noah's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at the picture of Sienna locked in a kiss with Ackworth. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and before he knew it, he lost control of the car. The vehicle swerved off the road, crashing into a tree with a loud crunch. Dazed and shaken, Noah assessed the damage. His priority had been getting to Sienna as quickly as possible - to ensure her safety and demand answers. But for then, he was stuck, his car wrecked and his emotions in turmoil. “Noel,” Noah mutters, his voice weak. Panic rises as he tries to push

The memory plays in Noah’s mind like a dark storm he can’t escape, each moment compounding his fury.“Noah, this is insane. You need to sit down,” Ivana says, her voice sharp but laced with faux concern as she blocks his path. “You’re bleeding. Just… go to the hospital, let someone take care of you.”“I don’t have time for this,” Noah growls, pushing past her. His jaw is clenched so tight it feels like it might snap.Ivana steps closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Is this about her? The whore who ran off with another man?”He freezes. His breath hitches as his fury ignites like gasoline. The next moment, he’s lunging, his hand gripping Ivana’s arm like a vice. “Don’t,” he seethes, his voice low and deadly, “ever call her that again. You keep Sienna’s name out of your damn mouth.”Ivana jerks back, her eyes wide for a second before narrowing. She’s unfazed, quickly slipping back into her manipulative calm. “You’re acting like a fool, No

The cold seeps into Sienna's skin as her eyes flutter open. Darkness cloaks the room, save for a faint glow from a single lightbulb swaying overhead, casting distorted shadows on peeling walls. The air reeks of mildew and damp wood, mingling with the coppery tang of dried blood. Her head throbs, and her wrists ache, bound tightly in rough rope. Panic surges as she realizes the chain around her ankles secures her to a heavy iron loop bolted into the floor.“M-Mia?” Her voice is hoarse.Footsteps echo from the corner, slow and deliberate. Two figures emerge from the shadows. Mia steps closer first, her face obscured beneath streaks of light, a strange mix of guilt and disdain playing in her expression. Beside her, Ivana looms taller, her features sharper, crueler. A wicked smile curls her lips as she holds a rusted pipe in her hand, tapping it against her palm. "Well, look who's finally awake," Ivana says, her tone venomous. Sienna’s heart stutters. "What has gotten into you two? Ho

The room reeks of decay and blood. Sienna is sprawled on the floor, her breath shallow as she struggles to rise, her hands shaking from exertion and terror. Ivana looms above her, disheveled and bloodied, clutching a gun with trembling fingers. Her manic grin sends chills down Sienna’s spine. Noah charges into the room with the force of a storm. "Sienna!" he shouts, his voice thick with desperation. But Ivana doesn’t hesitate. The gun swings toward him, her movements erratic yet deliberate. “Noah!” Sienna’s scream cuts through the air. The gunshot comes fast and sharp. Noah ducks behind the doorframe, his shoulder grazing the edge as the bullet ricochets off the wall. He grits his teeth, the near miss fueling his anger. Ivana laughs, a sound wild and sharp-edged. "Run while you can, King! Or better yet, stay and watch me end your little fairytale!" His mind races. Sienna is still in there, trapped, vulnerable. He can hear her ragged breathing, the strain in every cry. The cops

Six Months Later .....The morning air carries a crispness that clings to Sienna’s skin as she stands by the window, her fingers curling around the handle of her coffee mug. Sunlight streams through the wide panes, scattering warmth across her office, yet it fails to thaw the cold knot in her chest. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint trace of lavender from the diffuser Courtney insisted on setting up. It’s supposed to help with stress. Does it work? Sienna isn’t sure.She loves every moment of being back in Paragon, throwing herself into work without leaving much time to think or process her emotions. She works tirelessly, seeking forgiveness - forgiving all those who wronged her, including herself. The weight of self-blame is crushing, as she replays the loss of their child in her mind. Each time she closes her eyes, the memory haunts her - the image of herself covered in blood is forever tattooed in her mind.Her reflection in the glass stares back—shoulders