All Chapters of 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. I'M HERE FOR MY SON

ARIA'S POV I stare up at the towering glass skyscraper of King Atelier. The building is breathtaking—a sleek masterpiece of white marble, brushed steel, and massive glass windows catching the bright sunlight. My dream building. Very soon, my business would surpass this heights. The revolving door opens into a lobby that feels like stepping into a magazine. White is everywhere, broken up by soft gold fixtures and displays of fabrics and campaign images along the walls. The air smells subtle and clean. Everything about this global fashion empire screams luxury and grace. Noah has really done well. I walk to the front desk, and one of the receptionists looks up with a warm, professional smile. "Welcome to King Atelier. How may I help you today?" "I have an appointment. Miss Sinclair, two o'clock." "Yes, Ms. Sinclair. One moment, please." She types on her screen and nods gracefully. "Right this way, Miss Sinclair. Mr. King assistant will receive you on the fourteenth floor.

12. LITTLE PRINCESS THAT GOT AWAY

NOAH'S POV My phone buzzed at noon. I was in the middle of a call with the Milan team when Matteo set a note face-down on my desk. That only ever meant one thing: it was very urgent, and very important. I wrapped up the call in under two minutes and flipped the paper over. Subject: Sighting confirmed. JFK arrivals. 11:47 AM. There was a photograph attached. I stared at it for a long time. 43 months. Four years of dead ends, redirected trails, and an investigation team that cost me more than most people earned in a lifetime. And there she was, walking through JFK airport like she had never been gone. As if she hadn't completely vanished the morning after I left to get her breakfast. Twenty minutes. That was all I was gone. I had only left for twenty minutes to run down to that little bakery near the university. She always loved their pastries, and I wanted to bring her something to comfort her after the intense, breathless night we had just shared. That morning,

13. THE PRICE OF A LIFE

ARIA'S POV ."Your... what?" Noah asks. The shock on his face is unmistakable. For a man who prides himself on control, I have pierced his composure twice in a row. "My son, Noah," I say. My voice is cracking. I force myself to stand straight, refusing to break. "He is very ill." Noah stares at me, his dark eyes intense. "Jane, cancel any schedule I have for the rest of the day. Call Falcon and Matteo back immediately. They have a lot of explaining to do." He looks back at me, his gaze unyielding. "Come with me." He turns on his heel, and I follow him down the corridor into his private executive office. As I walk behind him, I notice how incredibly tense he is. His broad shoulders are rigid, and his jaw is locked tight as he walks with brisk strides. "So, you have a... son," he says, his voice low. He walks over to a mini bar in the corner, picking up a porcelain cup. "You still like tea, right?" "Yes… to both of your questions," I reply. Noah pours the tea an

14. THE DECISION

ARIA'S POV “…What?” It's my turn to be shocked. “You heard me.” I let out a short laugh. “You’re insane.” "Well, lucky for you. I have two options for you. I'm being so fucking generous." he replies. “Option one,” he says, watching me closely. “You marry me.” My breath catches. “And option two…” He steps closer. Close enough that I have to tilt my head to look at him. “You give me seventy days.” I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my ears. "Seventy days of what?" His gaze drops briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes. “Of you,” he says. Being generous, indeed. “Yeah. Right. Option 3?” Noah scoffs, turning toward the window indifferently. "Off you go, then. I am just feeling bad for your boy's life." He knows he has me cornered. "Fine." I grit out. "I'm listening." He turns back around, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Bastard. He steps so close to me I can feel the heat off his chest. "I want you available to me. Whenever and wherever," he s

15. TRACES OF PARIS

ARIA'S POV The ride to the hospital is… awkward. Noah sits next to me in the back of his Maybach, his large frame taking up so much space that I feel the heat radiating off him. Whenever the car shifts around a sharp turn, my arm brushes against his, sending electricity up my veins. I bite the inside of my cheek, furious at myself for reacting to him this way. He isn't even looking at me. His focus is locked onto the tablet in his lap, his voice dropping into a low, monotone drawl as he speaks into his earpiece. I don't understand what is wrong with me. I have never felt this kind of intense, overwhelming pull with anyone before—not even with my ex, and certainly not during my entire time abroad. It feels completely foreign, yet terrifyingly familiar. The hospital receives him like royalty. The moment we step through the private wing entrance, a small army of senior doctors and nurses spring into motion. Their voices overlap in an anxiously: "Mr. Kings, right this w

16. TRAITOROUS BODY

ARIA'S POV “Who is it?” “What?” I glance up. Noah’s eyes don’t leave the road, but they flick sideways, sharp. “Your phone. You’ve checked it at least forty times tonight.” “I have not—” “Who is it, Aria?” His voice drops. “Who has you so distracted you can’t give me five seconds?”“Who is it?” I glance at him. His jaw is set. His eyes are fixed on the road, but they look really cold. We are on our way back from the restaurant, the Maybach gliding smoothly through the late-night traffic as he drives me to Daisy’s place. The low tune of snooze by SZA plays in the car. "It's Remy," I say. "Your son." He says after a few seconds of silence. "It's his first night in a strange place. In a city he doesn't know. I promised him I'd be back before he fell asleep." I look back at my screen. "He's been waiting for me." Noah didn't say anything. The silence went on for like four seconds. When I glance at him again, his expression seems less…tense. "Which block?" he asks. I

17. THE WET DREAM

ARIA'S POV MATURE CONTENT AHEAD "Please ssave me… my ssavior," I whine, dragging my open mouth up his neck. I taste the cool water on his skin, and it makes my mind short-circuit. I want all of him. "It hurts. Make it stop hurting." I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips right against his. I am jolted by the same electricity I usually feel when we touch, though it is much more amplified. I kiss him first—messy, desperate, and wild. I do not know how to do this properly, but the drug makes me bold. I force my lips against his, begging him to open up, whining into his mouth when he does not move fast enough. I tilt my body forward, pressing my breasts firmly against his hard chest. The sudden pressure against my nipples sends a shocking jolt of pure pleasure straight down to my stomach. For a second, he resists. His hands stay heavy on my shoulders, trying to pull his head back. But then, a low, dark growl vibrates deep in his throat. His control snaps. Suddenl

18. SEEING SOMEONE FROM THE PAST

ARIA'S POV I move through the motions in a blur. Bathing Jeremiah, getting him into fresh clothes, then rushing through my own routine. I choose high-waisted charcoal cargo pants and a soft, cream-colored knit top. Practical for a long day of hospital meetings. I leave my hair down, letting brown waves air-dry around my shoulders. As I approach the lounge, I hear Daisy's voice ringing out. "You know, Noah, for a man with a fashion empire, you're not very chatty," she teases. "I've given you three great stories and you've given me three blinks. Saving all your words for Aria?" I step into the room and almost stumble as Noah's piercing eyes sweep over me, lingering for a heavy heartbeat on the fit of my top before returning to my face. My cheeks burn. Every image from the dream— The dream. Don't think about the dream, Aria. "Good morning, princess," Noah says, his voice deep and smooth as he stands. "How was your night?" Daisy lets out a loud, dramatic gasp. "Oh! So he

19. THIS IS FATE

DOCTOR'S POV Inside the private office, the atmosphere is stifling. Dr. Mensah feels a cold sweat breaking out across the back of his neck as he stands before Noah Kings. The overwhelming pressure of the billionaire’s aura is enough to make a man break into tears, and right now, Dr. Mensah ’s hands are shaking uncontrollably, he has to press them flat against the top of his desk. A monumental secret that has utterly shattered his decades of medical experience is lying in the folder in front of him. Dr. Mensah looks up, his throat completely dry as he meets Noah’s impatient dark eyes. The billionaire is pacing like a caged predator, his mind clearly out in the hallway with the girl. The way Mr. Kings looks at that woman, the undeniable possessive madness in his eyes, tells Dr. Mensah everything he needs to know. There is a deep, tangled history here. He'd rehearsed his words earlier this morning. But right now, he seemed tongue-tied. When the result had come back fro

20. I HOPE YOU ARE ROLLING IN YOUR GRAVE

ARIA'S POV MATURE CONTENT AHEAD His lips close over mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, claiming me with a raw, demanding fervor that leaves me breathless. He makes a low sound against my mouth. Satisfied. Like he has been waiting for this. His hand leaves the door and slides to my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I feel him. His body is hard, hot, and overwhelming, all my heat rising beneath the touch of his hand sliding under my top, sliding up my skin. "Noah," I gasp, but he doesn't stop. One of his hands finds my breast, squeezing hard through my top, and I arch into his touch, a moan slipping past my lips. His hand slides down my back, pulling me flush against his body. I can feel him—hard, demanding, right there against my stomach. "Fuck, you're sensitive," he mutters against my mouth. "You feel that? You feel how much I want you?" "Yes," I whisper. "Yes." "Say it," he demands, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Admit you

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