All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sienna steps out of the elevator, her heels clicking against the floor as she walks toward the boardroom. Noah, Ethan, and Sienna had brunch earlier before. She keeps her expression neutral. Her heart hammers in her chest—not from fear, but from the sheer gravity of the moment. The glass doors slide open, and the room hushes as she steps inside.Every member of the board is already seated, their eyes scrutinizing her. She glances at the leather chair at the head of the table. Tentatively, she runs her fingers over it, the smooth texture cool against her skin. Her gaze shifts to the mahogany table, tracing its grain with her fingertips before taking her place at the head of the table—the CEO’s chair. She exhales slowly, trying to suppress the disbelief swirling in her mind. Never had she imagined she'd be here, much less in charge. For years, Paragon Group had been a symbol of her father’s betrayal—a fortress she was shut out of while her mother was left to suffer. Now, she holds the

Sienna can still feel the warmth of Osborne’s embrace on her skin. It unsettles her, and not because it’s Osborne—it’s the timing, the lack of warning, and the way the door swings open mid-moment, revealing Noah. His entrance carries an unspoken tension that ripples through the room like a live wire. Before she can gather her thoughts, another figure steps into the doorway. Mia. She’s holding takeout bags, her grip slackening as her gaze lands on them. Mia has seen Sienna and Osborne hug a hundred times before—platonic, casual—but this? The air feels charged in a way that’s hard to dismiss. Her eyes watch longer than usual, studying the space between them like she’s trying to solve an equation that doesn’t quite add up. Osborne shifts first, his usual nonchalance returning as he steps back and jams his tattooed hands into his pockets. His smirk is faint but sharp, the kind that says he enjoys the sudden discomfort. "Mr. King," he says, his tone neutral, his eyes anything but. Th

The drive to Noah’s estate is strangely quiet, tension coiling in the air between them. Sienna stares out of the window, her mind racing with thoughts she can’t organize. Noah has canceled his entire day to take her home. She is unsure what awaits but the guessing game thrills her.As they approach the gates, she, for thefirst time, actually observes the beauty of the environment. It’s impossible not to be impressed.When the car stops, a line of uniformed staff stands by the entrance, heads bowed slightly. Noah steps out first, straightening his cufflinks before rounding the car to open her door. “This isn’t necessary,” she whispers, reluctant to step into the spotlight. “It is,” he says firmly. “I want them to meet you. The few times you were here, things were improper."" As she steps out, the murmurs among the staff are faint but audible. Noah raises a hand, silencing them before they grow louder. “This,” he announces, his arm snaking around her waist, “is Sienna. My girlfri

"Vox, has Noah killed anyone before? Does he hurt people?" Sienna’s voice wavers as the question leaves her lips, but her gaze is steady, pinned on him like it might force the truth out.Vox, doesn’t flinch. His facial expression is blank making it difficult to read anything off him. "Miss Davis, those are questions you need to ask Mr. King directly," he replies, his tone as empty and unreadable as a sealed envelope. After a beat, his expression softens slightly, almost imperceptibly. "But what I can truthfully tell you is that he loves, cares, and respects you. You're the light to his darkness. And if you leave him, Mr. King would go rogue, and all would suffer."Sienna feels her chest tighten. She blinks rapidly, trying to make meaning of his words. Is Vox implying she’s meant to be Noah’s moral compass? To hold him together at the expense of her own sanity? Her happiness?"Mr. King might not be the best. But, he's a good man," Vox adds, his voice even, as if stating a fact rather th

The conference room thrums with so much chaos. Raised voices and pointed accusations shooting over the roof. Some of the board members sit stiffly in their chairs, arms folded in quiet dissent, while others argue loudly, leaning over the table as though proximity could make their points hit harder. Aurora’s can't hold in her disgust. “This is a complete travesty!” she snaps, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the table. “For decades, Paragon Group has stood as a symbol of integrity in mining and precious stone production. And now, thanks to your reckless leadership, Sienna, we’re a laughingstock!” Sienna sits at the head of the table, her expression calm, almost amused. She reclines slightly, fingers interlaced, watching the chaos unfold like a spectator at an amateur play. Aurora doesn’t stop. Her anger sharpens with every word. “You’ve already tarnished this company’s reputation, and now you want to drag us into real estate? Charity hostels for houseless students? Tell