All Chapters of The Billionaire's Game : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nadia stepped outside, inhaling the crisp morning air as she made her way to the poolside. The moment she shut the glass door behind her, she pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart. What just happened? It was barely a kiss. A mere accident. And yet, it had sent a jolt through her entire body—one she couldn’t ignore. The reflection of the sky rippled across the pristine water, but her mind wasn’t focused on the scenery. Instead, it replayed the way Theodore had looked at her before she fled the room. That unreadable gaze. The way his voice had softened—just for a second. She groaned, burying her face in her hands. Get yourself together, Nadia. You’re here for the charity, not for… this. A sharp sound cut through the silence—the sliding of the glass door. Her body stiffened. Footsteps followed, steady and measured. A shadow loomed beside her. "You left in a hurry," Theodore said. His voice was cool. Unbothered. Nadia straightened, smoothing down her dr

Nadia paced her hotel suite, phone pressed against her ear as she spoke with Miranda. Through the wide glass windows, the city stretched beneath her in golden hues, the early evening glow casting long shadows across the streets.“I just got out of the final meeting with the team,” Nadia said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Everything is set for tomorrow—venue, catering, security. The auction items have been double-checked, and the VIP seating is finalized.”Miranda hummed in approval on the other end of the line. “Good. And Mr. Theodore? Has he seen the final layout?”Nadia rolled her eyes. “Yes, and surprisingly, he didn’t complain. Well, aside from his usual smug remarks, but that’s just him being him.”Miranda chuckled. “He’s a handful, isn’t he?”Nadia sighed. “You have no idea.”Though she tried to sound exasperated, there was an undeniable warmth in her voice—one that Miranda didn’t miss.“So,” Miranda started, her tone turning teasing, “are you going to admit t

A tense silence hung in the warehouse, thick with unspoken fear. The kidnappers were still shaken by the phone call with Theodore, but Nadia could see the hesitation in their movements. The fear in their eyes.She wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.Letting out a small, amused chuckle, she tilted her head and spoke, her voice dripping with mockery.“You guys really messed up.”One of the men snapped his head toward her. “Shut up.”But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.”The men stiffened at the mention of his name.Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists.“I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the

The sterile scent of antiseptics hung heavily in the hospital corridor, mingling with the palpable tension that seemed to thicken the very air. Theodore sat on a rigid plastic chair, his posture unnaturally stiff, as if any movement might shatter the fragile composure he clung to. His white dress shirt, once immaculate, was now marred by dark, rust-colored stains—a stark testament to the violence that had unfolded hours earlier. Dried blood crusted his hands, seeping into the creases of his skin, serving as a grim reminder of Nadia's lifeblood slipping away.The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock was the only sound that punctuated the oppressive silence, each second stretching into an eternity. Theodore's eyes, bloodshot and unseeing, were fixed on the double doors of the emergency room, willing them to open, to deliver news—any news—that might end this torturous limbo. His mind replayed the moment over and over—the gunshot, Nadia’s body crumpling against him, the way her blood had so

Victor Thatcher had always considered himself untouchable. He had spent years maneuvering through the corporate world with ruthless precision, outplaying rivals, silencing threats, and ensuring that power remained in his grasp.But today, for the first time, he felt something foreign—helplessness.Seated in the back of his luxury sedan, Victor tapped his fingers against the leather armrest, his expression cold. His dark eyes flicked to the towering Thatcher Enterprises headquarters—a symbol of the empire that should have been his.He had planned everything perfectly. He had Nadia kidnapped at the precise moment to throw Theodore into chaos, ensuring the charity gala never happened. Yet, not only had his nephew rescued her, but the event had gone through—flawlessly.Twenty billion. Gone.Not stolen. Not mismanaged. Donated. Handed away to charity like it was nothing. And the event? Fifty billion gathered in one night. A record-breaking success.His jaw clenched.His men had assured him