Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The scent of warm honey and golden pancakes wafts through the air, curling like a teasing whisper from the stovetop to every corner of the small, sunlit kitchen. Sienna moves with a quiet efficiency, her bare feet padding softly against the smooth tiles. The morning light streams through sheer curtains. She isn’t in her usual form, but Sienna doesn’t let that stop her. A faded tank top and loose cotton shorts hug her frame, revealing patches of pink, healing scars across her arms and legs. Her head, once crowned with thick, flowing hair, is now bald beneath layers of white gauze. The bandages wrap snugly, almost lovingly, around her scalp. She hasn’t yet adjusted to seeing herself in the mirror, but Osborne’s steady presence makes it easier. A faint wince flickers across her face as she bends to retrieve a mixing bowl, but she brushes the pain away, focusing on the task at hand. She pours pancake batter onto the hot griddle. The batter hisses and sizzles, spreading out in perfect

Noah’s office has cluttered papers, overturned pens, and coffee cups drained of their contents. The air smells faintly of ink and frustration, a showing his restless state. He sits behind his desk, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tie discarded somewhere on the floor. His fingers rake through his hair, leaving it disheveled, as his piercing gaze burns holes into the stack of documents in front of him. The silence is punctuated by the scratching of his pen as he signs yet another merger-related file. But the focus doesn’t last. His hand pauses mid-signature, his mind wandering for the hundredth time today. Sienna. The image of her being happy with another man replays in his mind like a curse. He doesn’t want to believe it’s her. He refuses. And yet… the knot in his chest tightens every time the thought surfaces. "Mr. King," Nile’s voice breaks through the silence, cautious yet urgent. The assistant stands across from Noah, holding a tablet. “Before Miss Davis went missing, s

It doesn’t feel real—none of it does—but the look in Osborne’s eyes makes her stomach twist painfully. “No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “That can’t be true. I wouldn’t— I don’t remember him, Osborne. I don’t remember any of it.”He crouches down in front of her, resting his hands on the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t notice through her haze of guilt and confusion the smirk on Osborne’s face.“I wish it wasn’t true,” he says softly. “I forgave you because I love you. But hearing you say his name tonight...” He trails off.Tears blur Sienna’s vision as guilt takes root, even though she can’t recall doing anything wrong. The idea of hurting Osborne, of betraying him, feels so foreign, yet his pain seems so genuine that she can’t help but believe him. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice cracking. The blanket falls away as she slides off the bed, landing on her knees in front of him. Her trembling hands reach for the hem of his sweatpants, clutching it desperately as tears spill

Noah is in his office, his fingers tapping against the surface, his mind focused, yet weighed down by the enormity of what he’s about to do. The merged company is his now—Paragon is his kingdom, and with it comes the power to decide who will stay and who will go.Beside him, Ethan leans back in his chair, arms folded, his usual casual demeanor replaced with the careful attention he gives to every word Noah speaks.Noah slides a thick folder across the table to Ethan, his eyes still locked on the documents detailing the company’s reshuffling. “Here are the first few people we’ll be removing from the team,” Noah says. “This merger isn’t just about expansion. It’s about consolidation of power. These people are fired.”Ethan flips through the pages, nodding with approval. “You’re right. There’s a lot of cleanup to do, but it’s necessary. Some of these people will fight it, but they’ll learn to fall in line.”Noah leans forward, fingers steepled. “And the rest?”“They’ll be replaced. Find

Sienna twists her body, kicking and clawing at Osborne’s hold, her energy drained but her resolve unbroken. “Let me go!” she yells, her voice cracking from exhaustion. Osborne grabs her wrists with one hand, his grip unrelenting, while the other clamps over her shoulder, forcing her closer. “Stop fighting me,” he snaps, his tone sharp yet eerily calm. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.” But Sienna refuses to give in. Her nails rake against his arm, leaving red welts, but he barely flinches. She manages to jerk away for half a second before he catches her again, this time tugging her roughly toward the house. “Damn it, Sienna, *stop!*” Osborne’s voice rises, his calm cracking, but she doesn’t care. Then the low hum of a helicopter slices through the tense air, its spotlight sweeping over them. Sienna freezes, her wide eyes flicking upward as the blinding beam lands squarely on Osborne. The distant wail of sirens grows closer, accompanied by the crunch of tires again