All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Noah, please—stop!” she screams again, her voice breaking as she kicks against him. Her knee connects with his side, but it barely fazes him. His fingers dig into her skin as he presses his body closer, his need overpowering any sense of restraint. Tears blinds her vision as she fights, but it’s like pushing against a wall. He’s too strong, too driven by something dark and uncontrollable.Sienna’s breathing grows ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her panic turns into full-blown terror. “Noah, no—stop!” she gasps, struggling harder. She kicks again, this time with more force, her heel connecting with his shin. It’s enough to throw him off balance for a moment, but his hands are back on her in an instant, rough and demanding as they move up her leg again.But then her body betrays her—her breath comes in quick, shallow bursts, her chest heaving uncontrollably. She’s hyperventilating, her vision darkening at the edges. Noah pauses, his hands freezing as he looks down at he

“I don’t bite—what are you so afraid of?” Ethan’s voice is light, casual, as he releases Sienna and returns to his seat, settling in like he’s got all the time in the world. He gestures to the sofa across from him. “Come on. I’d like the company. Sit down.”Sienna stays planted where she is, suspicious. There’s no telling what he’s really after. Throwing his hands up in mock surrender, he grins. “Just sit and relax. You look like you could use it. I swear, I won’t do anything. If I do, feel free to kick me where it hurts.” His laughter softens the edge of his words.She considers his offer. Her feet ache in the stilettos she’s been wearing, reminding her how much she misses her sneakers and jeans. She’s never felt so out of her element.Finally, she gives in, setting her tray down and moving to the sofa. She eases herself onto it, crossing one leg over the other and meeting his gaze.Ethan leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know,” he says, studying her, “you’re real

Sienna barely has time to register the chaos before Ethan sweeps her into his arms, cradling her as if she weighs nothing. Nile, his usually unshakable assistant, looks downright rattled, casting glances over his shoulder as he rushes to open the back door. They don’t have time to ask questions or explain—Noah’s movements are firm, his expression unreadable as he heads toward the car, where his security team is already positioned around them in a tight formation.He lowers her into the seat gently, his hand staying just a second longer than necessary as he fastens her seatbelt. Momentarily, Sienna feels comfort—safe in a way she can’t quite explain. But before she can say anything, he steps back.Sienna seizes that opportunity to reach for the seatbelt, about to unbuckle it. There’s no way she’s going anywhere with him considering what happened the last time.Noah appears, sliding into the car beside her with a hardened look.“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is low, intense

Osborne and Mia silently step into Sienna’s room after talking, a hopeful look in their eyes, but it fades instantly at the sight of her lifeless form.Sienna is still, her chest gently rising and falling. A machine helping to monitor her shallow breaths is hooked to her.“She was awake moments ago when I came to meet you,” Mia refers to Osborne, “what happened?” she asks Noah who is now back in the room.“She fell into a coma a few minutes ago. The doctor said the situation was something triggered by extreme stress, but she would be fine after properly resting,” Noah informs Mia.Noah stands against the far wall, gaze fixed on Sienna. A lot is going on in his head. He’s barely aware of Osborne beside Mia, just another figure in the background, irrelevant in his singular focus on Sienna. But Osborne’s presence annoys him, something unfamiliar and unwelcome stirring as he takes in the man’s concerned expression.Mia breaks the silence first. “What led her to ending up like this, Noah?”

Sienna stands in the middle of her room, arms folded tightly over her chest, still fuming as Noah reappears, a fresh stack of his own T-shirts tucked under his arm. He doesn’t offer a single word of explanation; instead, he moves past her, opens the closet, and begins to arrange the shirts on the shelf. “What is this?” she snaps, her voice sharp with frustration. “Another one of your control games? You can’t just go around throwing out other people’s things! Noah, are you even listening to me?”“No,” he says simply, without looking at her. He finishes adjusting the shirts, closes the closet doors, then turns back, holding one of the T-shirts he brought in his hands.She’s just about to tear into him again when, without a word, he steps closer, raises the shirt over her head, and starts to pull it down over her.“Arms,” he says quietly, holding the shirt open.“You need help,” she mutters through clenched teeth, her glare fierce.Noah leans down, his face level with hers, those blue e