All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mia sits in the corner of the student lounge, her sketchpad open but untouched. Around her, the chatter and the clinking of coffee cups create a muffled background noise. The vibrant energy of the fashion academy, usually her sanctuary, feels oppressive today. She’s been fidgeting with her phone for the past twenty minutes, unlocking and locking it, scrolling through contacts only to close the screen again. “Just do it,” she whispers to herself, running a hand through her perfectly styled hair. Her leg bounces nervously under the table. Finally, she curses under her breath, shoving her phone onto the table. “Fuck it. I’ll call.” Her fingers hover over Osborne’s name for a split second before she presses it. The dial tone hums in her ear, each ring stretching longer than the last. When he finally picks up, her breath catches. “Mia,” he says, his tone impatient, as if he's just tolerating the call.“Hey,” she starts, her voice a little too cheerful. She swallows hard, forcing hers

Sienna doesn’t wait for permission to enter. The door to Aurora’s office slams open, hitting the wall with a force that sends papers fluttering off a nearby desk. Aurora doesn’t flinch. She remains in the corner of her office, stretched out on a yoga mat, her body arched in a perfect pose, exhaling calmly as if the chaos has no bearing on her serene bubble.“You witch! Where did you move Stark to?” Sienna demands, her voice sharp, her chest heaving.Aurora lowers herself gracefully, her breathing measured as she folds into a seated position. Her long lashes flutter as she takes her time turning to face Sienna. One hand rests casually on her hip; the other outstretched in a practised, almost theatrical manner."I see how mannerless you’ve grown," Aurora says, her tone silky with condescension. "This is my fault. I should’ve tamed you years ago, just like I did your mother when I had the chance."The words hit Sienna like a slap, and she doesn’t bother hiding her reaction. Her jaw clenc

The only sound is the occasional soft creak of the wheel as Vox adjusts his grip, a subtle reminder that they're still moving forward. Sienna's mind, however, is stuck in neutral, mired in a tangled web of guilt, longing, and apprehension. She knows she's making a mistake, that she should be fleeing in the opposite direction, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the danger that is Noah King. But her heart refuses to listen, its own compass needle fixed unwaveringly on him. Tonight, she's helpless to resist its pull.When the gates to the estate swing open, she feels a pang of regret, but it’s too late now. The sprawling mansion looms ahead, its windows glowing faintly against the darkened sky. As the car comes to a stop, she hesitates for just a moment before stepping out.The front door opens before she can knock, and two maids greet her with a slight bow. Their faces are warm. Sienna forces a smile and waves, though her chest feels like it’s being squeezed. She

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause as Sienna steps is still the stage, the sound like a rolling wave crashing over her. The lights are bright, and though they obscure most of the audience, she knows they’re out there—hundreds of eyes fixed on her, waiting. Her heart thuds against her ribs, her pulse erratic. Noah is still watching her. He sees it immediately—the uneasiness in her shoulders, the slight quiver in her hand where it grips the podium. His gaze softens, and he mouths, “You can do this.” Then he flashes her a thumbs-up, the boyish grin that only she ever gets to see, and follows it with an exaggerated gesture of blowing kisses. Sienna’s lips twitch despite herself. The anxiety in her chest loosens, just a little. She exhales, her focus narrowing until the noise around her becomes distant. Clearing her throat, she raises her hand, and the room gradually quiets, the buzz of chatter dissolving into expectant silence. She leans into the microphone, her voice comes a

Ethan's grin widens. "Oh, just a little get-together Noah planned, and we're attending. You know, to keep the night going."Mia raises an eyebrow but says nothing.Ethan chuckles. "Sienna, Noah wanted to keep it a surprise. You know, for dramatic effect."Noah rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Ethan, you're such a drama queen. Tell me how it's still a surprise when you've announced it.""Come on, man. It's the thought that counts," he says, walking toward the exit again. All three follow behind, getting into the awaiting car.The car ride is quieter than anyone expects. Sienna leans back against the seat, her head resting lightly against the window, the cool glass on her. Exhaustion is creeping in now—the kind that settles deep in your bones after a day where emotions ran high. And yet, her mind refuses to stop racing. Oliver’s words won’t leave her alone. Noah sits beside Sienna, his posture relaxed, but his attention is completely absorbed by his phone. The blue glow reflects aga