All Chapters of The Billionaire's Pawn : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Ruthless Groom Naomi's POV "You're late." A cold clipped voice said as I stepped into the room. I froze, rooted to the spot by the nonchalant, dismissive tone. My gaze swept over the grand and imposing room before settling on the source of the voice. Roman Blackwood He sat at the far end of the dining table with a tumbler of dark liquid in his hand. At first, he seemed more interested in the amber liquid whirling in his glass than in me. Although his other hand rested comfortably on the chair's arm, his presence in the room was nothing casual. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting maybe someone polished, rehearsed, even a bit superficial. Instead, he had sharp edges and cold calculation. His posture was commanding and uncompromising, and his suit fit like armor. My breath caught when his black eyes finally came up to meet mine. As if they could see right into my soul, they were piercing. “Time, Miss Sinclair, is not a luxury you or your family can afford to waste,”

A Pawn in His Game Naomi's POV “You’re late again.” Like a whip, Roman's words pierced the empty foyer. He descended the grand staircase with deliberate, measured steps, and I froze, gasping for oxygen. Like a physical weight of intensity, his piercing, icy blue eyes stared at me. “I—I didn’t know I was supposed to…” His lips curled into a chilly smile, and I stopped talking. "Suppose to what, Naomi?" he asked, stopping a few feet away from me. His massive body appeared even more menacing in the low light. “Act like a wife? Understand the simplest rules without being told?” I gripped the strap of my bag, my knuckles whitening. “I didn’t know there was a timeline,” I managed, though my voice sounded small and weak, even to my ears. Roman took a stride toward me, his pricey cologne enticing and smothering me at the same time. "There's always a timeline," he said softly, his tone surprisedly calm. "And you are already behind." “I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words t

Camille’s Entrance Roman's POVI was studying and reviewing contracts that were as boring as they always are. I planned to enjoy the rare moment of peace that the house's peaceful hum provided. But, with most things in my life lately, that peace didn’t last long.The sound of heels clicking against the marble floors below reached me first, sharp and deliberate. Then came the voice silky, confident, and unmistakably hers."Roman!" Camille’s voice called, her voice as sweet-sounding as I remembered.Lately, it has been too quiet. In my world, peace was always calm before the impending storm. With a deep exhale, I closed the folder in front of me. “Of course,” I said to myself. “I should have expected this.”Without a knock, the door of my study flung open. She was all decked up in a crimson dress that clung to her like the epitome of ambition. You could have mistaken her smile for friendly if you didn’t know better. “Is this a bad time?” Camille asked, without waiting for a respo

A Tense Alliance Roman's POVThe constant clicking of the clock was testing my patience in my studies. Sitting at the polished wood desk, I saw how thoughtfully every part of the room was set out. The soft glow of the chandelier cast a golden hue across the room, but it could not break the ice in my chest. Victor Carter was running late, and I was feeling less than usual. When the door creaked open, I clenched my jaw. “You are fifteen minutes late.”With a weary look on his face, Victor came in. His clothing was crumpled, the tie was loose around his neck, and his eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in days. For good reason; he looked like a man in chaos. "I'm sorry, Roman," he whispered in a low voice than I remember. He stopped and stood for a time in the doorway. "Close the door." My voice was sharp, leaving no room for debate. As instructed, he shuffled over to the chair across from me. He sat down heavily as if his choices were suddenly too much to carry. “You k

Secrets Beneath the Surface Naomi's POV The mansion's grand halls were eerily silent, except for the soft padding of my bare feet on the marble floors. I'd been wandering for hours, trying to clear my head after the charity event. Camille's harsh words, Roman's unexpected defense, and the overwhelming atmosphere of wealth and power had left me feeling raw and restless.As I wandered deeper into the mansion, the silence grew thicker, the distant hum of activity fading away. I halted in front of a plain door, inconspicuously nestled in a corner of an otherwise opulent hallway. The door's simplicity stood out against the surrounding richness, making it seem out of place. It was a smooth surface painted a subdued gray, with no elaborate carvings or gilt knobs. It stood out from the other doors in the mansion, as if the person who created the palace's design had chosen to have this one disappear into the background. To me, it didn't blend. I stepped closer, curiosity pulling me in