Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Noah’s voice cuts through the still air, low and commanding, “No one touches what’s mine.” The line works as a transition, but it could be refined for smoother readability and flow. Here's a revised version: They had left the hostel site about forty minutes ago, heading to an unknown destination Noah had insisted on without offering any explanation.Sienna didn't push but just went along with it, and now, here she is, glancing at him while her pulse hitches at the intensity of his tone. She can’t decide if it’s his protectiveness or the way he seems so utterly sure of himself that unnerves her. She keeps staring at Noah, his words ricocheting in her mind like the echo of a bell. “What prompted you to do this despite everything?” she asks, her voice steady but laced with hesitation. She can’t meet his gaze for long; his intensity feels like it might consume her. He reaches for her hand, his grip firm yet gentle, grounding her. “I’m tired, Sienna. Tired of not having a legal cla

“What is it?” Noah asks as he studies her face.Sienna grips her phone tighter, her thoughts tumbling over one another. “It’s nothing,” she says quickly, shoving the phone back into her bag.His eyes are on her, skepticism clear.“Come on,” he says, slipping back into his composed self as he guides her forward. “Let me show you our home.”Sienna follows him. The place is more beautiful than Noah's old apartment.But she barely notices any of it.Ethan’s message keeps looping in her mind."What truth? What does he know about Noah that I don’t?"The question digs into her, persistent, as she forces a smile and lets Noah lead her deeper into their new life together. Still, the unease curling in her stomach refuses to loosen its grip."How long have you had here?” Sienna asks, her tone light but probing.“Recently,” Noah answers. “I bought it with the idea that one day I'll have you as my wife and then we would have children. The property’s size lends it privacy.”“Is it up to a year?" sh

Noah scours the house with an escalating sense of dread once he's done with work. Each room he checks is eerily quiet, and Sienna is nowhere to be found. His stomach tightens as his mind spirals into worst-case scenarios. Where could she be? Was she angry? Hurt? Taken? He curses under his breath, his pace quickening as he moves toward the back of the house. And then he hears it—the soft splash of water coming from the pool. Relief courses through him like a wave as he steps onto the patio and spots her. There she is, gliding through the water with effortless grace, her figure framed by the golden light of the overhead lamp illuminating the pool. She’s wearing a two-piece bikini that hugs her curves perfectly. She hasn’t noticed him yet, her focus on her laps.For a moment, Noah stands still, his heart calming as he watches her. She’s breathtaking. Everything about her draws him in—her strength, her resilience, her beauty. He exhales, running a hand through his hair before a mischiev

Noah’s body stiffens as Sienna presses closer, her touch trailing lower. The intimacy between them, raw and unrestrained, consumes the air, charged like the stillness before a storm. Noah groans deeply as her fingers curl around him, teasing. His stance widens, a primal reaction to her deliberate exploration. Her lips graze his skin, and the scent of him—masculine and intoxicating—floods her senses. She nuzzles lower, her soft breaths a contrast to the firm strength of his body. When her hand tugs gently, the tension in his groin draws taut like a wire about to snap, and his cock jerks in response. Precum beads at the tip, gleaming in the dim light. Sienna leans in closer, the corners of her lips quirking as she rubs the slick head against her mouth. Her tongue flicks out to taste him, and a satisfied hum escapes her throat. “Swallowing you last night only whetted my appetite,” she murmurs, her breath warm against him. Noah’s head tips back for a moment, his chest rising with a

Ethan stares at Noah, his hand gingerly cradling his jaw, surprise flickering in his eyes. The force of the punch has left him momentarily speechless. Blood pools in his mouth, and he spits it onto the floor with a bitter grimace. Noah’s voice rages. "Get the fuck out of here before I do worse. I thought you were my friend, someone who had my back. But what did you do? You went behind me and started texting my wife." Ethan straightens, the blood on his lip smearing as he wipes it with the back of his hand. His gaze remains steady, though a flicker of regret shines in his eyes. “I hope you’ll eventually see how much I tried to save you from yourself,” he says quietly. “You’re ruining things!” Noah’s voice rises, his chest heaving as the weight of the accusation lingers. “Stop trying to help! I love Sienna, and that’s all that matters. She doesn’t need to know anything else.” Ethan throws up his hands in mock surrender, his expression resigned. Slowly, he takes a step back. “You