Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The car glides away from the private hangar, its tires humming softly against the cobblestone streets. Sienna leans back in her seat, her fingers tracing the seams of the leather upholstery.She expected her arrival to feel different—something busier, louder. Crowds of people with clipboards, flashing lights, maybe the chatter of strangers as they all filed into the academy dorms together. Instead, it’s just her, cocooned in silence, the occasional tap of the driver’s fingers against the steering wheel the only sound. When the car slows to a stop, she blinks in surprise. There’s no grand hotel or sprawling dormitory waiting for her. Instead, a modest seaside apartment sits nestled between rows of pastel-colored buildings. Its soft blue shutters are cracked open, and the faint crash of waves filters through the air like a quiet greeting. As the driver retrieves her suitcase, a woman appears in the doorway. She’s tall and thin, her auburn hair swept into a loose bun. A clipboard rest

Noah leans forward, the shadows slipping from his face to reveal his striking features. The loosened collar of his shirt and the tension in his jaw make him impossibly handsome, yet equally dangerous. “Waiting,” he says simply. “For what?” Sienna demands, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound composed. He doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze traveling over her with unnerving intensity, as though decoding every inch of her soul. Finally, his voice drops an octave. “For you.” Her pulse races. Noah doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, his presence swallowing the room whole. She steadies herself against the door, her back pressing firmly to its cold surface. "You still haven't told me how you found me,” she says, forcing her voice to stay calm. “How did you know I was on a date? Are you monitoring me?" His lips curl slightly, a humorless smirk that holds no warmth. "You keep asking these questions like they matter. I have wealth and power, Sienna. Enough to find out anythin

The emotion from the man who’s about to consume her, that’s something she’ll never be ready for. So, instead of fighting anything, she arches her back, needing him close. She wants to continue feeling his warmth. Meeting those blue eyes, she whispers the words he wants to hear, “make me forget everything.” It’s then that he steals her breath with a kiss again that not only eliminates her fear, it also consumes her soul. All the good, all the light she had hidden inside, is now only engulfed by the black and red of Noah. Her fingers tangle in his hair. It’s soft, silky, and she tugs him closer. Her legs wrap around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his ass, feeling the fibers of the suit pants he’s wearing. She wants more. So much more that she whimpers when he pulls away from her. “This,” he tells her, planting a kiss on her lips, “I might not be able to stop myself, Sienna."“Then,don't.” The word is honest. It’s the most honesty she’s given anyone in a long time.“I wa

The art studio is busy, the sound of pencils scratching against paper and brushes gliding over canvas, creating magic for the sight to behold. Sienna sits at her easel, her hands steady as she sketches the outline of a cityscape she saw on her way to class that morning. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows catches the flecks of paint on her smock, turning them into tiny bursts of color. With how she flows with precision, this is something she's passionate about. She dips her brush into a pool of cerulean blue, adding depth to the sky in her painting, but her mind is far from the work in front of her even though she's enjoying herself.Noah. Where is he? What is he doing? The thought is draining, pulling her focus away from the strokes of her brush. She bites the inside of her cheek, stealing a glance at her phone perched on the edge of the table. Nothing. No messages, no calls. She feels uneasy not knowing his whereabouts ever since he left last night.After what he

From Noah’s meeting at the club last night, where his focus was completely shattered, he had more until the next day. Yet, the thought of Sienna dominates his mind, making it impossible to concentrate. Throughout the day, he endures a series of back-to-back meetings until late in the evening, but by the time he’s free, his thoughts are resolute—he needs to see her. When he arrives at her place and learns she isn’t there, disappointment briefly lingers, but determination takes over. He spends a long moment thinking about how to make the night special for her. Then it hits him—dinner. Sienna has always cherished homemade meals, seeing them as an expression of love. The problem is that Noah doesn’t know how to cook. Undeterred, he pulls up recipes online, watches YouTube tutorials, and convinces himself it’ll be enough. Now, here he is, shirtless and standing in a chaotic kitchen, the air is filled with smoke of his failed culinary attempts. The counters are wet, the floor slippery,