Semua Bab The Billionaire's Game : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The soft glow of morning filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. The air was thick with the lingering warmth of the night before, a silent testament to what had transpired between them.Theodore lay awake, his arm resting under his head while his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheets. His gaze was fixed on the woman beside him.Nadia.Her head was nestled against his arm, her dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her breathing slow and steady. Strands of her dark hair had fallen over her face, and he resisted the sudden urge to brush them away.Even in sleep, she was breathtaking.He let out a slow exhale, his mind clouded with thoughts.He had been drunk last night, yes. But not drunk enough to forget. Not drunk enough to regret.And that was what he hated the most.The past few days, he had tried his best to keep his distance. Their arrangement was temporary,

Silence hung in the air as Sheena struggled to respond. The confidence she had displayed at the beginning of the meeting had withered under Nadia’s sharp analysis, and everyone in the room could see it. Her fingers tightened around the edges of the document she held, flipping through the pages with increasing urgency. The rustling of paper was the only sound in the otherwise still room, a stark contrast to the eloquence she had shown just moments ago.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. Her eyes darted across the printed text, searching—desperate—for an answer that simply wasn’t there.Leonora, sensing the shift in power, intervened smoothly, her voice cutting through the thick air with practiced ease.“Nadia, while I appreciate your scrutiny, I believe you may be overlooking the broader vision here.” She leaned back, exuding an aura of calm authority. “The Valerio Group has years of experience in large-scale developments. A proposal like this isn’t b

Theodore stood outside the house, his hands shoved into his pockets, his jaw locked in frustration. The moment he saw Nadia in the parking lot—barefoot, limping, her eyes filled with unshed tears—he knew something was wrong.And he was going to find out what.Miranda arrived a few minutes later, a tablet in hand. Without wasting time, she pulled up the CCTV footage.“I got access to the security feed from the restroom,” she said, tapping the screen. “You need to see this.”Theodore’s muscles tensed as he focused on the video.The footage showed Nadia walking into the restroom first, looking exhausted but composed. Then, seconds later, his mother entered.Leonora’s expression alone made Theodore’s blood run cold—pure contempt, her posture stiff with disgust.Then, the audio kicked in.“You really think you belong here, don’t you?” Leonora’s voice dripped with venom.Theodore’s hands clenched into fists.

The morning light filtered through the large glass windows of Sheena Valerio’s penthouse, casting a warm glow on the pristine marble floors. She sat elegantly on her white leather couch, sipping her morning coffee as she scrolled through her phone, expecting another routine day of social media updates and business news.But the moment her eyes landed on the latest headline, her fingers froze mid-scroll.“Theodore Thatcher Ties the Knot in a Private Ceremony”Her breath hitched.No.That… that couldn’t be right.With trembling hands, she tapped on the article, her heart hammering in her chest. And there it was—photo after photo of the intimate wedding that had taken place yesterday.Theodore stood at the altar in a tailored black tuxedo, looking impossibly handsome, his sharp features unreadable.And beside him—Nadia Rostova.Sheena’s stomach twisted.Nadia was breathtaking in a gown that looked

The soft hum of the jet’s engine filled the air as Nadia stared out the window, her fingers lightly pressed against the glass. The sight below was breathtaking—an island surrounded by an endless stretch of deep blue ocean, its shore lined with soft white sand and swaying palm trees. A modern glass house sat near the water, its sleek, minimalistic design blending harmoniously with nature. The yacht anchored nearby gleamed under the sunlight, and a private helipad stood at the edge of the island.It was unlike anything she had ever seen.Her heart pounded as the jet descended, the beauty of the scene making her momentarily forget the reason she was here. This wasn’t just some lavish honeymoon destination—it was secluded, untouched, and completely private.She wasn’t sure why that made her feel both exhilarated and uneasy.As the jet touched down smoothly on the helipad, Theodore was the first to rise. He unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed his suit jack