All Chapters of Mister Billionaire’s Treasure: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Reign sat in front of me on the bed while Russiana slept peacefully across my lap, her small body curled in complete comfort as though she had finally found a place safe enough to surrender all her exhaustion. One of my hands moved absentmindedly through her soft hair, caressing each strand with the affection I had been keeping inside me for days, while my eyes remained fixed on the man across from me who had not stopped looking at my face since the moment I woke up.The room was wrapped in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, and outside the glass windows the island had already drowned in night. Everything felt still, almost suspended, as though the entire world had stepped back and left only the three of us inside this quiet room. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized that it was nearly eleven in the evening. I had slept for almost two hours after the overwhelming shock of seeing my sister, yet the heaviness in my chest had not entirely faded. It was only replaced by

“Where are we going?” I asked as Reign led me out of the mansion so quickly that I barely had enough time to smooth the wrinkles from my dress.Since leaving his room that morning, he had refused to let go of my hand, and by now my fingers were entirely enclosed in his warm, possessive grasp as though he had silently decided that keeping me attached to him was no longer negotiable. I glanced at our joined hands once before lifting my eyes to him, only to find his expression unusually calm.“To the ocean,” he answered, continuing down the front steps with unhurried confidence. “I told everyone to prepare early because today is not for hiding inside walls. We are all going out.”His words made me blink in surprise, but that surprise deepened the moment we stepped fully into the front grounds and I saw that everyone was already gathered there waiting for us.Thraia stood with her usual composed posture near Elliott, who looked as unreadable as ever, while Blaze and Blake were arguing over

“W-What was that?” I asked, but the question came out weak and breathless because my lungs were still struggling to recover from the kiss he had just taken from me.Reign did not move away after releasing my lips. His forehead remained resting against mine, and his hand stayed firm at the back of my head as though he had no intention of allowing me even a few inches of escape. The smile playing on his mouth was not merely teasing now. There was something heavier beneath it, something sharpened by the faint scent of alcohol on his breath and the darkening intensity in his blue eyes.“That,” he murmured softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine, “was me trying not to do anything worse.”The words sent my heart into a frantic race.Before I could gather enough courage to ask what he meant, his lips descended on mine again. This time the kiss was slower, more deliberate, and infinitely more dangerous because he seemed intent on savoring every second. He brushed his mouth over mine w

It had been a week since the night Reign made me his in every possible way, and although only seven days had passed, my life already felt as though it had been quietly divided into two parts: the woman I had been before him, and the woman who now woke and slept beneath the weight of his affection.The days that followed had unfolded with an ease I had never imagined I could possess. Reign was not a man built for ordinary tenderness, yet with me he insisted on creating it in the most disarming ways. We had breakfast together almost every morning, walked the gardens in the late afternoon, spent evenings on the terrace with Russiana between us asking impossible questions, and more than once I had caught him simply staring at me as if the act itself was one of his favorite occupations.I learned many things about him during that week.I learned that despite his terrifying command over everyone in the house, he disliked bitter coffee and preferred tea when no one was looking. I learned that

Three months had passed since the night Reign sent me away from Goriy, yet there were mornings when I still woke with the taste of salt in my mouth and the phantom sensation of his goodbye pressing painfully against my chest. Time had moved forward with a cruelty that felt almost insulting. The city resumed its noise, the university resumed its lectures, the bar resumed its endless parade of drunken customers, and people around me continued breathing as though the world had not split into two on the night I left the island.For me, however, everything had changed.“Miss, it is already lunchtime. Please stop working for now and eat first.”Thraia’s soft voice broke through my concentration, though her tone still carried that same disciplined politeness she never seemed able to abandon. I looked up from the stack of papers spread across my small desk and found her standing by the doorway with her hands folded neatly in front of her, her head respectfully bent.I sighed and set my pen dow