All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sienna shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat, determined not to look at Noah. But her heart beats unsteady, traitorous rhythms, refusing to settle. She can still feel his lips on hers, the way his fingers brushed her cheek, and the memories flash through her mind every few seconds despite her best efforts to banish them.The silence between them feels suffocating. Noah drives without a word, his gaze fixed on the road, his face set like he’s on autopilot. It’s maddening, really. Here he is, the Noah King—powerful, ruthless, always surrounded by a security team or staff ready to attend to him—and yet, today, it’s just him, driving her to school like they’re two regular people. No guards. No entourage. Just him. And her.She can’t help but wonder: what if something happens? What if someone tries to attack him?Her fingers tighten around the strap of her bag. She knows it’s a ridiculous thought, but for all his strength, Noah has a way of making her feel… vulnerable. Or maybe it’s t

The rain starts falling just as Sienna’s anger peaks, soaking through her clothes and her resolve. The chill of the evening has nothing on the coldness clutching at her heart. She can’t shake the venom of Stark’s words—the way he so casually dismissed her pain, as if it was nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience. "You’ve had it easy," he had said. "You’re not as strong as you think."Her fists clench at her sides, but it's not enough to stop the tremor in her chest. Everything she’s fought for, every sleepless night spent pushing herself to survive, is reduced to a footnote in her father’s eyes. And her mother—her mother’s love, her sacrifice, her life reduced to a mere mistake. Sienna can’t breathe. The world feels impossibly small, suffocating her. She thought she could let it go, but it’s all too much. He’s still pulling her strings like some puppet. After everything, after all these years, he still sees her as nothing more than a tool to be used when it's convenient.The rain

Sienna sinks further into the couch, her eyes drifting between the window and her phone. Three days. Three days of unanswered questions, unopened textbooks, and an emptier fridge with each passing hour. Her classes have come and gone without her, and she has no idea if she still even has a job. It feels like the world has moved on, leaving her stranded in this limbo—all because of Noah.Part of her wonders if he’s doing this on purpose. Maybe this is his way of punishing her for running away, for blocking him. A cruel smile probably plays on his lips as he watches her situation unfold from wherever he is, enjoying the chaos he’s left in his wake. Her life has become a spectacle, with strangers and reporters circling her home like vultures. It’s only a matter of time before someone finds out who she really is and blows it all open. Sienna grips her phone tightly, tempted to call him—to beg him to just end this.Her mind drifts off to Mia.The silence in the house feels thicker without

After they finish their quiet meal, Noah summons a team of attendants to attend to Sienna. By the time they’re done, she barely recognizes herself. Every inch of her body feels renewed. From waxing to blow-drying her hair to a meticulous manicure and pedicure, they’ve transformed her. Her three-toned hair gleams under the lights, framing her face with an almost movie-star allure. She feels like she’s stepped out of a dream, ready for a magazine cover. The effect isn’t lost on anyone. Noah’s guards can’t hide their stares, and he throws them a warning glance that makes them look away. But Noah himself doesn’t look away. He just stands there, watching her, caught in a rare moment of awe as he takes in the beautiful woman she’s become. Sienna feels a strange relief at being pampered, though a sense of boredom is already creeping in. Almost as if reading her mind, a staff member appears and escorts her down a hall. She’s carrying a stack of fresh clothes. As they approach a pair of do

Noah’s phone dings, and he checks the message. His chest tightens with anger as he looks over at Sienna, still sleeping peacefully on the bed. With the information he’s just received, he needs a drink to settle himself. Rising from his chair, he heads to the mini-bar, pouring himself a strong shot of vodka. His hand wraps tightly around the glass, nearly enough to shatter it. In one gulp, he finishes and pours another. Just as he turns to head back to his seat, Sienna suddenly sits up straight, and before Noah can say anything, she vomits onto the bed."Fuck!" he mutters, setting his glass down quickly. He rushes over to her, gathering her hair to keep it out of her face as she continues to throw up. Amidst her vomit, he notices streaks of blood staining the sheets. His brows furrow, unsettled. When she’s finally done, weak and barely able to sit up, Noah scoops her up, carrying her to the bathroom to clean her up, his mind trying to process why she might be vomiting blood.****The