บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Game : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

"Who's protecting you?"Theodore's question was sharp, piercing through the moment of silence that had settled between them. It was a question that dug deep, one that wasn’t just about this night, about the way the ocean waves crashed on the shore beneath their feet. No, this was something bigger, something that transcended the present moment. His voice had an edge, a tenderness to it that made Nadia pause. She wasn’t used to that. Not from someone like him.Her gaze flickered toward him, and for a brief moment, she could see the vulnerability in his eyes—the very thing he worked so hard to hide. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished behind a mask of cool indifference. Still, the question lingered, heavy in the air.Nadia took a deep breath, the night air cool against her skin, and let her gaze wander to the horizon. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below matched the turbulence inside her. She could feel the weight of his words, like

After the exhilarating dive, Theodore and Nadia had returned to the yacht, their wetsuits now replaced with comfortable, dry clothes. The air was warmer now, but still carried a slight chill from the ocean breeze. The yacht gently rocked with the current, the sound of the water lapping against its hull the only noise around them.They had made their way to the top deck, where large cushions were scattered on the floor, perfect for lounging under the open sky. Nadia, ever the adventurer, flopped down first, stretching out her legs and tilting her face towards the sky. The clouds had gathered, dark and fluffy, giving the sky a soft, overcast feel. It wasn’t the bright, sunny weather they were used to seeing, but it was beautiful in its own way. The clouds seemed to roll gently across the heavens, shifting in slow, graceful patterns, while the occasional bird soared high above, cutting through the air with its wings spread wide.Theodore hesitated for a moment before

Amy looked at Nadia, her curiosity piqued. "Ms. Nadia," she asked softly, "how did you fall in love with Mr. Thatcher?"Nadia’s heart skipped a beat at the question. She glanced at Theodore, sitting across from her, his expression distant and unreadable. She felt her throat tighten as she tried to find the words. For a moment, she considered brushing it off, but something inside her urged her to speak the truth.She took a steadying breath, and when she spoke, her voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of honesty. "Everyone sees Theo as a beast," she began, her eyes flicking between Amy and Rene, then resting on Theodore for a brief moment. "They see his power, his coldness, the way he rules everything around him with an iron fist. And it’s true, in a way. He’s relentless, calculating, like a predator who never lets his guard down. He’s strong, always in control, and everyone fears him for that. It’s how he survives this world, how he built everything he has."

Nadia woke up with a jolt, a soft warmth surrounding her. The first thing that registered in her mind was the feeling of something—or someone—holding her, and she could smell Theodore’s familiar scent, the one she had grown used to. As she opened her eyes, the soft light of morning poured into the room, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. Her gaze shifted, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw Theodore's face so close to hers.For a brief moment, everything felt surreal. His face was so peaceful, so calm, as if he was in a deep, undisturbed sleep. His jaw was sharp, the slight shadow of stubble covering it, his lips slightly parted. The light from the window highlighted the strong, angular features of his face, and his breathing was steady and relaxed. The sight of him, so close and so... vulnerable, sent a strange flutter through her chest. Her pulse quickened as she realized the position they were in—she was lying in his arms, her head resting against his chest

Nadia’s heart raced as she responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around Theodore’s neck, pulling him closer to her. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and intense, and she could feel every inch of him against her, her body reacting to the closeness as if it had been waiting for this moment. Her fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him tighter against her, unable to resist the pull between them.Theodore’s lips moved over hers with a hunger that left her breathless. She could taste the sweetness of his mouth, feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. The subtle, familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the natural musk of his skin, and it was intoxicating—like she was drowning in him, in everything about him.He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers, darkened with emotion. His voice was low and thick with desire, yet there was an undeniable vulnerability in his words. "I care about you," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper, as if admitting something he ha