All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Noah stands frozen at the foot of the hospital bed, his hand gripping the railing as though it’s the only thing tethering him to reality. Sienna’s pale form lies still, save for the faint rise and fall of her chest.Her lips, usually soft with a hint of color, are chapped, and her cheeks seem hollow under the harsh fluorescent lighting. The beeping of the heart monitor is steady—too steady—and yet it only fuels the chaos in his head. She's been unconscious for six hours leaving Noah scared of the unknown.The doctor’s words repeat in his head like a haunting refrain: "She’s stable, but both she and the baby are under significant stress. She’ll need rest—and emotional care."His thumb skims over her knuckles, trembling slightly, though he keeps his expression as neutral as he can. Inside, he’s a storm—grief, guilt, relief, and something he doesn’t want to admit to himself yet."You’re pregnant," he whispers to her unconscious form, his voice almost cracking. The word tastes foreign on

Dr. Walker emerges from the surgical ward hours later, his expression calm but unreadable. He approaches Noah, who’s been pacing the corridor, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He leans in and whispers something—low, clipped words exchanged in a professional tone. Noah listens intently, his jaw tightening as he processes the information. With a nod, Dr. Walker pats his shoulder and departs, leaving Noah alone in the hallway. For a moment, Noah doesn’t move. His gaze drifts to the recovery room where Sienna lies resting, visible through the large glass window. Slowly, he steps closer, pressing a palm against the cool surface, his breath fogging the glass. His face softens as he takes her in—her peaceful expression, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. “You’ll forgive me one day for what I’ve done,” he mutters, his voice low and heavy. “All of this… it’s for you. To keep you safe. To keep you with me.”He exhales sharply, dragging his palm down the glass before turning away.

The last of the boxes are carried inside, the movers exchanging brief nods with Noah before they leave. Noah’s hand rests gently on Sienna’s lower back as he guides her into the house. She notices a new buzz of activity as the housekeepers dart around, unpacking the endless parade of boxes. It’s overwhelming. Shoes of every style line one wall, their colors and designs cascading like a rainbow. Next to them, countless clothes—dresses, blouses, jeans, coats—all carefully unpacked and hung or folded. Rows of handbags are arranged meticulously on shelves, some still nestled in their protective dust bags, while others gleam in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Accessories spill out of boxes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, sunglasses—each piece more extravagant than the last. Sienna’s eyes widen as the housekeepers move into a second room, murmuring among themselves as they realize there isn’t enough space in one room for everything. Electronics appear next—a sleek laptop,

Sienna is already drenched, her breath hitching as Noah presses her bare back against the cool sheets of the bed. Her wrists are tied to the headboard with one of his silk scarves, the knot firm but not biting, as if tethering her to a promise rather than an obligation. She hasn’t said a word—not when he positioned her, not when he ran his hands down her sides with an almost reverent touch. But now, as he snaps one of his leather belts in the air, a sound that cuts through the heavy quiet of the room, she flinches. A memory stirs, vivid and raw, of the last time she had trusted him with this much of herself. She opens her mouth, her heart pounding as though preparing to scream “stop,” but she doesn’t. “Sienna,” Noah says softly, his voice slipping into that dangerous, compelling tone that always makes her knees weak, even now when she’s flat on her back. He crouches beside her, his hand resting over her bound wrists. His dark gaze searches hers, full of a rare kind of vulnerabilit

Sienna’s thighs tremble under Noah’s relentless attention, his lips leaving reverent kisses along the sensitive skin. His voice is rough, charged with emotion, as if he’s holding back a storm. “You’ll hate me afterwards,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss near her inner thigh. She scoffs, the heat of his words pooling low in her belly. “You underestimate me.”He glances up, his eyes dark with intent. “Do I? Look at you. Offering yourself up like this.” He shifts slightly, letting her see the impressive length of him, flushed and ready. “How could I not want to possess you completely? Again. And again.”Sienna’s breath catches as his mouth descends. She’s lost count of the times they’ve done this, yet he always finds new ways to unravel her. His tongue traces a devastatingly slow path over her, and her hips roll instinctively, chasing more. “Noah,” she whimpers, already teetering on the edge. “Hmm?” His lips curve against her, teasing. “You’re going to come so hard, Sienna. And I’m going