Lahat ng Kabanata ng 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

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. Kings' assistant will receive you on the fourteenth floor. The e

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

ARIA'S POVThe 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 way, sir."They

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

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