Lahat ng Kabanata ng 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ARIA’S POV “OMG, he can’t stay away,” Alexis murmurs beside me, her voice laced with amusement. “He’s walking over right now.” I glance up just as Noah excuses himself from the group of influential guests, his stride purposeful, eyes locked on me like I’m the only person in the room. My stomach flips at the intensity of his gaze. “Hey, princess,” he says, voice low and warm as he reaches me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him without a care for the eyes around us. “You took a damn long time in there.” I smile, resting a hand on his chest. “We were… catching up.” “Well, we have some catching up to do at home, too, remember?” he murmurs against my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “We need to leave. Now.” Before I can respond, Charles chimes in with a knowing grin. “Look at you two. Can’t even keep your hands off each other for one minute. Should we start planning the wedding already?” Noah shoots his friend an unbothered smirk, then

NOAH’S POV I close the bedroom door softly behind me, leaving Aria curled up against the pillows. She’s stable now, her voice steady as she talks to her son on the phone. Her soft, melodic laugh hits me like a punch to the gut. That gentle tone, the warmth in it… it’s meant for someone else. Even if it’s her own child, the irrational spike of jealousy burns in my chest. Mine. The word thunders relentlessly in my head. I want that softness directed at me. Only me. No one else should get that side of her. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. Not when I was so close to finally claiming every inch of her. I drag a hand roughly through my hair, my body still painfully wound up. My cock throbs insistently against my sweatpants, refusing to calm. My cock hasn’t gone down. How the fuck could it when she is lying in my bed, wrapped in my sheets, her sweet, feminine scent mixed with lingering arousal still clinging to my skin? The kisses we shared earlier, every heated s

LORA'S POVBut as months passed, seeing how desperately he still tried to shield her, how much he genuinely cared for her even while I held him captive, hunger took root in my chest. I wanted her completely erased from the equation. My mother used to say to me. “If you want something you have to fight to get it. Do whatever it takes. Just find the right price. Just like how I did your father.”So to have Jamie, I found his price.Just like how my mother did my father. Jamie’s father was a pathetic gambling addict who had dragged their family name through the dirt, leaving them scraping for scraps at the bottom of the social ladder. And Jamie was starving for prestige, wanting to take his family back to how it was before. I teased him with it like teasing a hungry dog with a piece of bone. I offered him a meeting with my uncle, a connection that could rebuild his entire family reputation overnight.He resisted a few times, trying to play the man of honor, but his appetite was too

JAMIE’S POV I adjust my cufflinks, forcing a calm expression as we sit in the luxury of the private hospital suite. Marble floors, mahogany accents, and a fucking skyline view that costs more per night than most people make in a month. Fred looks like shit—pale, hooked up to monitors for his hypertension and that creeping heart condition the doctors keep ‘managing’. Fifty-something and already paying for a lifetime of stress and bad decisions. Just like me. “How are you feeling today, sir?” I ask, keeping my tone respectful. Fred gives a weak smile. “Better. The new meds are helping.” Carolina keeps eyeing me like I’m nothing but a stain on her designer shoes. “Jamie, have you thought about why you and Lora haven’t recorded a single podcast episode in almost four months? We handed you those opportunities on a platter.” My jaw tightens. Here we fucking go. “I’ve been buried with the tech expansion—” “So buried you can’t make time for my daughter?” she snaps. “After everything w

ARIA’S POV I slow my steps as I hear footsteps hurrying behind me. Part of me wants to bolt back into Jeremiah’s room and pretend I never heard him. But I know better. With Lora in the picture, we were bound to cross paths eventually. Better to get this over with now. “Ria!” Jamie calls out , voice full of warmth that feels foreign now. He reaches me quickly, eyes dragging over me in a way that once would have made me blush. “I’m so happy to see you. It’s been so long.” He stretches his arms out for a hug. I sidestep him smoothly, keeping my distance. Is he for real right now? “Yeah, it has been a long time,” I reply, my tone ice-cold. “How can I help you, Jamie?” He blinks, stunned. His perfect smile falters, jaw tightening for a second. “I… I saw you from afar and just wanted to say hi.” “Okay. Hi. Is there anything else? Or are you here for your sister? What did she say this time? I have somewhere to be.” “Jessica?” He looks genuinely confused. “What does s