บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Game : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Nadia held Theodore’s gaze, searching for an answer in his unreadable expression. He didn’t look uncomfortable, exactly, but there was something about the way he stood there—silent, unmoving—that made her realize the truth.He doesn’t know how to interact with kids.It made sense. Theodore Thatcher wasn’t the type to deal with small, fragile things. He was used to commanding boardrooms, negotiating million-dollar deals, and being the cold, untouchable figure of Thatcher Enterprises.But here, in front of a room full of bright-eyed children, he looked… out of place.The nurse beside him, oblivious to the tension, still held an eager smile. “Mr. Theodore, would you like to say something to the kids?”Theodore didn’t respond immediately. His sharp gaze flickered briefly toward the children, who were watching him with curiosity. Some whispered among themselves, and Nadia could tell that, despite not knowing who he was, they could sense he was

Sheena Valerio leaned against the plush couch of her penthouse, her long, manicured fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. The rich aroma of red wine filled the air, but she barely noticed. Her mind wasn’t in the present—it was trapped in the past.She closed her eyes, letting herself drift back to the time when everything had felt certain.Theodore was her childhood sweetheart.Leonora Thatcher, Theodore’s mother, had always made sure that the two of them were close. They grew up together, attended the same gatherings, were seen as a pair long before anything romantic even started. It had always been an unspoken assumption—Sheena Valerio and Theodore Thatcher, the perfect match.Sheena had believed it. Everyone had believed it.But Theodore was different from other rich boys.He never cared about appearances, about power plays or social standing. While Sheena was basking in the spotlight, Theodore was pushing himself to the

The soft hum of the blow dryer filled the spacious dressing room, blending with the faint melody of a love song playing in the background. The warm light from the vanity cast a golden glow on Nadia’s skin as she added the final touches to her look.Her reflection stared back at her—an intoxicating mix of elegance and seduction. The sheer black lace of her dress clung to her figure like a second skin, teasing glimpses of smooth flesh beneath its intricate patterns. The plunging neckline was daring yet tasteful, while the high slit running up her thigh was enough to make a statement without crossing the line into overt provocation.It was a dress designed to draw attention, to leave an imprint in the minds of those who saw her—and she wore it effortlessly.Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in soft, luxurious waves—not too curly, just the right amount of volume to frame her delicate features. She reached for the deep red lipstick, gliding it over her

The birthday celebration had officially begun. Guests laughed and chatted as the waitstaff moved gracefully between tables, serving plates of exquisite cuisine. The scent of rich, gourmet dishes filled the air, yet Theodore Thatcher had not taken a single bite.He sat beside Nadia, his fingers lazily swirling the wine in his glass, his sharp gaze unreadable. Unlike the others, who were indulging in the luxurious meal, he seemed content with nothing but his drink.Just as Nadia picked up her fork, she heard a familiar voice.“Glad you could make it, Nadia.”She turned to see Drake approaching with his signature easygoing smile. His presence alone attracted attention—Drake Thatcher was not only Theodore’s cousin but a well-known figure in the industry.Nadia returned the smile. “Happy birthday, Drake.”Drake chuckled. “Thanks. I didn’t expect you to come, but it’s a nice surprise.”Then his eyes drifted past her, and he bl

As the evening's festivities drew to a close, the once lively ambiance of the party gave way to a quieter, more subdued atmosphere. Nadia and Theodore made their way to the parking lot, the cool night air offering a refreshing contrast to the warmth inside. The sleek black car awaited them, its polished surface reflecting the ambient lights.Theodore approached the driver's side, his movements deliberate yet slightly unsteady. Nadia observed him closely, concern etching her features."Are you sure you're okay to drive?" she inquired, her voice tinged with worry.He paused, one hand resting on the car's roof, the other fumbling briefly with the keys. His gaze met hers, eyes sharp yet clouded."I'm fine," he replied curtly, opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat.Nadia hesitated for a moment before settling into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt with a soft click. The engine roared to life, and Theodore guided the car