All Chapters of The Billionaire's Game : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Miranda handed Nadia a generous amount of money, instructing her to buy new clothes and shoes to make herself presentable for the show, as Theodore had ordered. Nadia felt reluctant, unsure about accepting the money, but she had little choice. With a heavy sigh, she tucked the money into her bag and set off alone to the nearest market, the task weighing on her.She was dressed casually in a white short, a navy long-sleeve top, and black sunglasses, trying to keep a low profile while shopping. Nadia didn’t want to draw attention to herself, especially with everything happening around her, but she had to go through with it.As she moved through the aisles of the market, lost in thought, she accidentally bumped into someone. She immediately apologized, looking up to see a tall, muscular man standing before her. His eyes were charming, and he offered a warm smile, his presence commanding yet gentle.“No need to apologize,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “But I must say, I

Victor Thatcher sat in his private study, staring out the expansive window that overlooked his vast estate. The news had hit him like a ton of bricks—Theodore was getting married. This wasn’t just any wedding. The timing was significant. In six months, once Theodore turned 30, the inheritance would be his—25 billion, alongside the properties and investments that had accumulated wealth for generations. Everything that Victor had worked so hard to position himself for, now at risk.Theodore was sharp, powerful, and intelligent—much more than many gave him credit for. Victor couldn’t deny that his nephew was a formidable opponent, and the idea that Theodore would soon have full control of the Thatcher fortune made Victor uneasy. Theodore had proven himself time and again, not just in business, but in strategy. If there was one thing Theodore was good at, it was calculating every move before making it. He had the mind of a tactician, and he was poised to take the Thatcher empire to greate

Nadia stood frozen for a moment after Theodore left the room. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she follow him, or stay behind? The moment had felt surreal, especially after that tense exchange. She had been rehearsed for every interaction, every scenario—except this one. The business partners had filtered out, leaving her standing alone in the room.Just as she was about to leave, she heard Drake's voice behind her. “Are you really Theodore’s fiancée?”Nadia turned to see him leaning against the table, his casual demeanor unchanged despite the earlier tension. His grin was in place, but there was something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe even a hint of amusement.“Yes, I am,” Nadia replied, her voice steady despite the racing thoughts in her head. She wasn’t sure where this conversation would go, but she felt strangely compelled to answer him truthfully.Drake smiled wider, clearly intrigued. “I didn’t expect to see someone like you here. The whole corporate vibe isn’t exactly... your

The soft rays of sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Nadia stirred, her body reluctant to leave the warm embrace of her bed after the whirlwind of emotions from last night’s celebration. Memories of the party replayed in her mind: Theodore’s announcement, the flashes of cameras, the whispers of the crowd. It all felt surreal.Pushing the covers aside, she slid her feet onto the cool floor and stretched. The house was quiet, save for the faint clinking of plates and the hum of the coffee machine from the dining area. She followed the sounds, her steps light but purposeful.As she approached, the sight waiting for her warmed her heart. Chris was sitting at the table, a plate of greens in front of him, along with a glass of vibrant juice—freshly mixed with fruits and vegetables. Beside him, his medications were neatly arranged, a reminder of the battles he’d been fighting so bravely.“Good morning, Nads!” Chris greeted her with a bright smi

Nadia’s mind raced as she stepped through the polished glass doors of Thatcher Enterprises. The grandeur of the building never failed to strike her, even after weeks of stepping into its imposing structure. The sleek marble floors, modern art, and the faint scent of fresh coffee spoke of wealth, power, and influence—none of which were truly hers. Yet, she walked these halls as if they were.Yesterday’s events had left her in turmoil. Miranda’s call had been a catalyst for the storm brewing inside her.“Nadia,” Miranda had said with calm confidence, “the board has approved the children’s cancer charity initiative. It’s all yours to manage. You’ve proven your capabilities, and now it’s time to shine outside the boardroom.”Nadia had nearly dropped the phone. The charity was supposed to be nothing more than an illusion, a part of the elaborate act to establish her as a philanthropic businesswoman. But this new responsibility made it real. She felt a mixture of exhilaration and dread.She