All Chapters of 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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COMPETITIVE LITTLE THING

NOAH'S POV She’s snoring. Soft, little huffs that shouldn’t be adorable and yet somehow are. Aria is sprawled on her stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other flung out like she’s claiming the entire bed. My shirt has ridden up high on her thighs, the sheet tangles around her calves. She looks wrecked. Beautifully, thoroughly wrecked. Eighteen hours. We went at each other for nearly eighteen fucking hours. On and off, slow and filthy, hard and desperate. And still she kept trying to match me. Competitive little thing. Even with almost no experience she wanted to lead, wanted to prove she could take everything I gave her and then some. I let her ride me once—let her set the pace, hands braced on my chest, hips rolling like she was determined to pull every drop of control out of me. I almost told her how good she looked doing it. Almost told her how hard I came from watching her chase her own pleasure on my cock. Almost. My princess is proud enough already;

I SHOULD HAVE SAID, NO

ARIA'S POV Sunlight spills across the bed in thick golden stripes. I blink against it, squinting, and realise it’s morning again. My body feels heavy and loose at the same time, as if every muscle has been completely used and then gently put back together. Which is true. I yawn, stretching carefully, and glance over my shoulder. Noah is still asleep. He is sleeping deeply beside me, his jaw completely relaxed and his dark lashes resting against his cheek. Honestly, without that sharp, commanding glint in his eyes, his face looks completely innocent. Sweet. Like a giant baby. He looks... cute. So cute that makes me want to do something stupid, like leaning in and kissing him. I stop myself at the last second. Provoking the dragon this early is a terrible idea. Especially after yesterday. And if he wakes up and catches me hovering over

YOU'VE BEEN PLAYED

ARIA'S POVI follow Jamie to a low stone bench at the edge of the residential park under a cluster of trees. He sits first. I stay standing for a second longer than necessary before lowering myself onto the edge, the cold eggs heavy in my lap.For like a minute, the only sound is the rustle of the autumn leaves over our heads. Then, he lets out a dry, mirthless laugh.“I can see you’re happy with him,” Jamie says, jerking his chin toward my neck. Of course. The hickey. Can everyone just leave the damn thing alone? I finally have sex after years of nothing and suddenly the world needs a front-row seat. Thanks, Noah. Really. I force a small smile and hope none of the sarcasm shows on my face. Jamie doesn’t speak again. He just watches me, eyes searching, and the silence stretches until it starts to itch. I clear my throat after another minute slips by in silence. I need to wrap this up and leave right now. If Noah wakes up, finds my note, and somehow tracks me down to a park bench

WHY?

NOAH'S POV Something feels wrong before I’m fully awake. My hand slides across the sheets, searching for warmth. The space beside me is cold. Empty. My eyes open. “Princess?” The word comes out rough, still thick with sleep. I sit up and look toward the bathroom. The door is half open. No sound of water. No movement. I push the covers off and walk in. Empty. The air is dry; she hasn’t been in here recently. I pull on the robe she left draped over the chair and head downstairs. The kitchen is quiet. No sign of her. Then I see it — a small note propped against the coffee machine, next to a neat arrangement of ingredients she must have set out earlier. Ran out to the estate store to grab eggs for breakfast. Back in 10 mins. Don’t panic. — Aria A short breath of amusement leaves me. Of course she left a note. I pick up my phone to call her anyway, just to hear her voice and tell her to hurry back. First try: unreachable. Second try: the same. A low discomfort sett

TAKE ME BACK

ARIA'S POV “…and that’s everything,” I finish, voice hoarse. “The seventy days. The deal. The fact that he knew the whole time and still looked me in the eye like I was just another problem to manage.” Alexis is quiet for some moment. Then she exhales, heavily “This is incredible,” she says finally. “Your father’s side of the family… they’re really ruthless. You’ve been through so much, Aria. And somehow you still managed to grow past all of it. I’m proud of you for that.” She pulls me into a tight hug before I can answer, one hand already reaching for the box of tissues on the coffee table. She presses a few into my palm and keeps an arm around my shoulders while I blot at my face. When she pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes are searching. “You must really like him a lot, huh?” I shake my head hard in denial. Then the truth wins and I nod once, the tears starting again. “I tried, Lexy,” I choke out. “I tried so hard not to feel anything. The first time was

PEOPLE WILL ALWAYS TALK

ARIA’S POVAlexis sits cross-legged on the bed beside my half-open suitcase, helping me fold the few pieces of clothing I actually brought with me weeks ago—when my uncle came to visit. “I’m going to miss you so much when you leave,” she says, carefully smoothing a blouse before placing it on the pile. I glance up from the outfit I’m setting aside for the studio tomorrow — a soft black trousers and cream blouse I can move in while working with Genevieve’s team. “I’ll miss you too. You can always come visit, you know. “You bet your ass I will.” She grins, then pauses, fingers brushing over the side pocket of my bag. “Ooh. What are these? They’re really nice.” I glance over. She’s holding up one of the handkerchiefs—the expensive ones my strange business partner—Mr junior insisted I take the last time we met. “A business partner gave them to me,” I say. Alexis makes an impressed sound, then suddenly leans forw

SHE'S MY EVERYTHING

THIRD’S PERSON POVNoah paced the corridor for what felt like the hundredth time, the soles of his shoes silent against the polished floor. Every few minutes he stopped a passing nurse, voice low and controlled but edgy. “Any change?” Each time the answer was the same. Still unconscious. Still running tests. Three hours. How the hell was that possible? He dragged a hand down his face, jaw tight. The image kept replaying—Aria’s face losing color mid-sentence, the sudden cough that turned into a struggle for air, Her knees giving out. One second she was cold and cutting him down with that fury of hers. The next she was falling. He had caught her. But the sound of her name tearing out of his throat still echoed in his ears. Staff had come running — and then the paramedics, the stretcher, the ambulance rode through had been a blur.He had ridden in the ambulance with her, one hand locked around hers the entire way, refusing to let go even when they wheeled her into the ER. Now he w

I FEEL COMPLETE AGAIN

ARIA'S POV My eyes open slowly. They feel heavy, sticky, as if they’ve been closed for far longer than a normal night’s sleep. My mouth is dry. When I try to shift, my muscles hurt and feel stiff. For some seconds, I don’t know where I am. Then I hear the beep of monitor and faint smell of antiseptic. Hospital. I'm in a hospital. Why? Before I can process further, voices rush in. “She’s awake—oh my God, Regine’s awake!” Daisy is the first one I see clearly. Her eyes are swollen and red, face bare of makeup. She launches herself at the bed and wraps her arms around me, careful but desperate. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you,” she whispers against my hair, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, Aria.” The rest of the room moves at once. Antoine is already leaning in too close. Aline smacks his arm. “Why are you hugging her so tightly? Do you want to compress her lungs?” “What’s your problem? Leave me alone,” Antoine shoots back, but he loosens his hold anyway. Uncle Mike st

YOU'LL CRY BLOOD

THIRD PERSON'S POV Content Warning: This chapter contains depictions of self-harm and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. The study was dim except for the glow of the computer screen. Jamie sat hunched over it, the glow reflecting in his tired eyes as numbers filled the display. Four nights into their marriage, the house still felt temporary — like something borrowed rather than built. Lora slipped into the room wearing the new lingerie she had bought for the occasion, all black lace with intention. She moved behind his chair and coiled her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself against his back. “Jamie boo,” she murmured near his ear, voice soft and coaxing. “When are we leaving for our honeymoon?” He didn’t look away from the screen. “Lora, stop. You’re not a child.” He reached up and firmly removed her arms. “I’ve been buried in this for days. The business are in critical condition. Try acting like an adult for once.” The dismissal landed hard. Lora’s e

YOU GOT HER PREGNANT

THIRD PERSON'S POVNoah followed Mike in his direction. Immediately they turned the corner, he felt the sharp crack of a fist connecting with his jaw.The impact snapped his head to the side. He staggered back a step but didn’t raise his hands. He had expected it. He deserved it. “Is this your idea of protection?” Mike’s voice was low, dangerous, shaking with restrained fury. “Is this what the great King power looks like? She’s been dragged through bad press, ended up in a coma, unconscious for days—what else has to happen before you admit you’re failing her?” Noah wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and said nothing. Mike’s second punch landed hard against his chest, forcing another step back. “You got her pregnant and left her to survive it alone. Do you have any idea what that pregnancy did to her? The sleepless nights? The fainting spells? Watching her waste months in hospital beds while her body tried to kill itself keeping that child al

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