All Chapters of 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

STEPHANIE'S POVThe private lounge on the top floor of the club is all low lighting, noisy as everyone in the lounge keeps cracking jokes, drinking and having fun.My mission tonight is very clear. I need to plant a sprout of doubt in his mind about Aria which is why I brought Lora with me.Lora is on my other side, already leaning toward Brian with that eager, wide-eyed look she thinks is charming. It makes my stomach turn. She doesn’t belong in rooms like this and it shows in every desperate smile. Still, she has proven useful. The information she delivered earlier was worth the irritation of bringing her.I press the sharp toe of my heel lightly against her foot, a painful reminder to bring her wandering focus back to the script.Lora flinches, tremors running through her shoulders before she catches herself, clearing her throat and forcing her features into a vulnerable mold. Hallelujah. Let the performance begin."I...“I just don’t understand why she won’t leave him alone,” Lor

ARIA'S POV I'M BACK HOME“Tell him to check his desk drawer if he asks for me.”I lift my bag strap to my shoulders. Mira stands beside me, hands clasped tightly in front of her apron, eyes already glassy.“Miss Aria… when will you be back? The house will feel so empty. The matriarch left yesterday, and now you are packing up your things too. The mansion is going to feel so lonely. I’ll miss seeing your face. And little Remy—”“I’ll miss you too, especially the way you all look after my baby.”  I glance toward the car where Remy is already settled, kicking his legs against the seat. “It’s only business. I’ll be back soon.”The leather pulls against my shoulder, reminding me that my flight leaves in less than two hours.She nods, but the way she presses her lips together says she doesn’t fully believe the lightness I’m forcing into my voice. I give her a quick hug anyway, then climb in beside my son.Matteo drives to the

NOAH'S POVI will be back in a few days. I had to leave for the work in Paris I told you about before. Do not worry — I will return to finish my part of the deal, though the terms will need to be adjusted. You couldn't bother to come home or inform the living beings in the house about your absence for whatever reason that is. And I also I can't bother to call you especially by interrupting your private time with whoever you were with. I sewed the clothes I promised you. Check your wardrobe. One promise kept. One left.I hope you had a lot of fun.P.S. I'm a bigger person for dropping this message, Jsyk.Aria“The fuck…”The paper crumples slightly in my fist as I slam my unoccupied fist— the one still bleeding onto the desk.The impact hurt and stings but I really don't care about that as what I'm feeling—the inexplicable emotions twirling inside me.The anger among them I can identify is burning away the remaining threads of my restraint and it much better to lean into that than

Aline is at the front of the door, arms crossed, eyes bright with open curiosity. She looks Noah up and down once, slow and deliberate, then turns to me with a knowing little smile. “I was wondering what was keeping you. Now I see.” Her gaze flicks back to him. “Understandable.” She steps forward and extends her hand. “Nice to finally meet you in person, Noah. I’ve heard and seen quite a lot about you. I’m Aline—Aria’s favourite cousin, in case she hasn’t mentioned that already.” Noah takes her hand as a charming smile replaces his usual cold mask. “I hope at least some of it was good.” Hmm." Aline tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “A healthy mix. Still deciding whether you’re more devil or angel.” Before he can answer, Antoine barrels in from the dining room with Remy perched on his hip. My son’s hair is slightly messy, cheeks flushed from whatever game they were playing. “Mamie says bring him to the table already,” Antoine announces. “I love you Aria, but I

ARIA’S POVThe water had finally washed away the sticky afternoon heat of the amusement park, leaving me feeling renewed. I step out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around me, rubbing another through my damp hair. The bedroom is quiet except for the soft sound of Remy’s breathing behind the drawn curtain.“You took your time, Princess.”Noah’s voice is low and rough against my ear. He’s pressed flush to my back, completely solid, and the hard length of his cock digs into me through the thin bathrobe he’s wearing. My pulse jumps.“Noah—what are you doing here?”“Relax.” He inhales against the side of my neck like he’s been waiting for the scent of my skin. “No one saw me come back in.”“That doesn’t mean you can just—”His fingers tug the middle of my towel. It loosens and falls uselessly around my ankles, leaving me stark naked. Cool air hits my bare skin. He peruses my curve shamelessly, eyes dark, tongue briefly touching his lower lip.“You were saying?”Heat floods my f