All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The last notes of "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri fade into the car’s interior, leaving behind a wistful silence. The soft blue LED lights on the interior of the roof of the car glow like scattered fireflies, casting a serene ambiance over the luxurious interior. Sienna sinks into the moment, her senses caught between the soothing melody, the dim lights, and the steady presence of Noah beside her. Almost unconsciously, her hand slips into his. To her surprise, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers tighten around hers—firm, deliberate. The memory of their earlier dance flits through her mind, bittersweet and vivid. She wonders if he’s thinking of it too, but his expression remains unreadable, his focus sharp. Tonight, nostalgia isn’t his purpose—something else drives him. “Why do you have so many cars following us?” Sienna asks, her gaze darting to the convoy surrounding them. Three cars lead the way, three more tail behind, creating an impenetrable barricade. Noah d

She turns to find Ethan standing a few feet away, his crooked grin making her smile. He’s effortlessly charming, his navy suit immaculate, his tie slightly loosened. “Too many of those, and you might start enjoying yourself,” he teases. Sienna laughs, the sound dry and hollow. “I think I’ll need a lot more than wine for that.” Ethan steps closer, his expression softening. “You look... stunning tonight, Sienna. But you also look like you’re ready to bolt. How are you holding up?” She shrugs, glancing at her glass. “Surviving. Barely. This kind of party isn’t exactly my idea of fun.” He chuckles. “No kidding. Half the people here would stab each other in the back if it meant landing a better deal.” A suited man approaches, clapping Ethan on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt, but we need you for a moment.” Ethan offers Sienna an apologetic smile. “Don’t let the sharks get to you, okay?” She nods, forcing a smile as he’s pulled away. Alone again, the glances from across th

The morning news is a symphony of scandal and tragedy. Sienna sits rigidly on the couch, her fingers gripping the edge of the cushion as Powell London’s face dominates the screen. Below him, the caption reads: “Sky Inc. President Dies by Suicide.”"Jumped from his own balcony," Mia murmurs, her voice low. She’s perched beside Sienna, her eyes wide with pity and shock. Sienna doesn’t respond. Her gaze remains glued to the television, but she barely hears the anchor segue into the next headline. A photo of her and Noah from last night flashes across the screen, a smug smile playing on his lips as he steers her toward the waiting paparazzi. “And in other news, Sienna Davis, rumored heiress of Paragon Group, was seen arm-in-arm with billionaire Noah King at an exclusive event…” The words blend into a white noise of humiliation. Every tabloid and magazine cover showcases their image with inflammatory headlines: “From Nobody to Heiress Overnight.”“Davis Daughter Back in the Spotlig

Sienna freezes, her breath caught in her throat as Nathan and Arthur tower over her. Nathan, taller by a few inches, radiates his usual fierceness, his eyes sharp and unyielding. He never smiles—not because he’s incapable, but because he doesn’t need to. The cruelty in his gaze is enough to remind her of every moment he made her life miserable. Arthur stands beside him, his grin deceptively playful. That boyish smile used to fool people, but Sienna knows better. Beneath the charm is a dangerous, destructive monster, one who thrives on chaos and feeds off the fear of others. Nathan doesn’t bother speaking. He shoves past her, walking into the apartment like he owns it, like she isn’t even there. Sienna stays rooted in place, ignoring the fear that takes over her. She wants to yell, to throw him out, but the words won’t come. Arthur lingers, his fingers brushing through her hair like she’s some pretty doll for him to play with. “It’s a shame,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasi

Sienna’s world tilts on its axis, the doctor’s words replaying like a haunting melody she can’t shake. Her breaths grow shallow as the crushing weight of her own body feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else entirely. “That… that doesn’t make sense,” she whispers, her voice brittle and sharp around the edges. “I’m fine. I’ve always been fine.”Dr. Walker’s expression is carefully neutral, but the sympathy in his eyes is unmistakable. “It’s not uncommon for these defects to go unnoticed until later in life, especially if they’re minor. But stress, physical strain, and certain triggers—like an asthma attack—can exacerbate the symptoms. Given your asthma and the level of stress you’ve endured, it’s no surprise this has surfaced now.”Her head shakes with quiet desperation, a futile attempt to reject the truth being thrust at her. She grips the hospital blanket tighter, her knuckles blanching as if holding onto it might somehow hold her world together. “No. You’re wrong. You have to