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CHAPTER 27: TRAPPED.
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HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM} CHAPTER 96: A FUTURE WRITTEN TOGETHER.
Adrian's POV The house was silent except for the rhythmic scratching of my pen against paper. Outside, the world was beginning to settle into evening, the sky painted in strokes of violet and soft orange. The quiet wrapped around me like a cocoon, warm and fragile, as I sat at my desk, the faint scent of Noah’s cologne lingering in the air from when he’d kissed my cheek before heading to the kitchen to make tea. It had been weeks since we sent out the invitations, weeks of planning and laughter and the occasional stress that came with making sure everything would be perfect. But now, as our wedding day approached, there was one task left that felt heavier, more intimate than anything else. Writing our vows. I stared at the blank page, my chest tight. How could I possibly put into words everything Noah meant to me? How could I capture years of pain, healing, and love in just a few sentences? The thought felt overwhelming, almost paralyzing. The memories came rushing in unbidden,
HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM} CHAPTER 95: LETTERS FROM THE PAST.
Adrian's POV The house was quieter than it had been in days, the kind of quiet that settles after a storm. Noah's family had left late last night, leaving the faint scent of my mother’s favorite flowers lingering in the air, from the flowers Emily had brought for me, and the memory of laughter echoing faintly in the hallways. Noah sat beside me on the couch, his hand resting gently over mine as though grounding me, as though sensing the whirlwind of emotions swirling beneath my calm exterior. On the table before us lay a stack of letters, worn and fragile with age, bound together by a faded silk ribbon. They were hers. My mother’s handwriting marked each envelope, looping and graceful, each word captured by ink and time. When they had been discovered yesterday, tucked neatly into an old wooden box at the back of my father’s wardrobe, something inside me had shifted. It was as though the walls I had carefully built to keep my past contained had begun to crack. I had stared at the b
HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM} CHAPTER 94: FAMILY MATTERS.
Adrian's POV The week before the wedding arrived with a kind of energy that hummed through every part of our home. The smell of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen, boxes of decorations and carefully packed favors lined the hallway, each labeled in Noah’s meticulous handwriting. It felt like we were standing at the edge of something monumental, not just a wedding, but the culmination of everything we had fought for, survived, and built together. I woke that morning with Noah curled against me, his breath warm against my chest, his hand loosely gripping mine. The soft light of dawn slipped through the curtains, casting our room in shades of gold. For a moment, I just lay there, holding him, breathing in the quiet before the whirlwind of the day began. When he stirred, his eyelashes fluttering open, the first thing he did was smile at me. It wasn’t a big, dazzling grin, just a soft, intimate curve of his lips that still manage
HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM} CHAPTER 93: BUILDING DREAMS.
Adrian's POV The morning light streamed through the half-finished windows of our new home, painting golden streaks across the dusty wooden floors. It had been weeks of renovations, weeks of planning and decision-making, and now, finally, the place was starting to look less like a construction site and more like the dream Noah and I had envisioned together. I stood in the middle of the living room, taking it all in. The fresh paint still carried a faint, clean scent that mixed with the earthy aroma of sawdust. The walls were warm and inviting, the kind of colors that made a space feel like a sanctuary. Through the wide glass doors, I could see the backyard, where the grass had just been trimmed and the first blooms of spring were beginning to push through the soil. Noah was outside with the dog, laughing as he chased the little ball we’d bought just last week. His laugh carried through the open door, rich and unrestrained, and it tugged at my heart. For a moment, I just stood there
HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM} CHAPTER 92: THE STRENGTH OF LOVE.
Noah and Adrian's POV The news of the publisher’s interest still hummed between us like a soft current, filling our home with quiet joy. The last few days had been a whirlwind, but now that the initial excitement had settled, we found ourselves simply sitting together, letting it sink in. We sat across from each other in the living room, sunlight spilling through the curtains in golden streaks, catching on the steam rising from our coffee mugs. The little dog we’d adopted, scrappy and full of life, lay sprawled between us, snoring softly. The house felt alive with warmth, laughter, and a sense of peace we hadn’t always known. It struck us both how far we had come. There were nights when we had doubted we’d ever reach this place of calm. Nights filled with Adrian’s quiet sobs and my (Noah’s) own nightmares, nights where sweat and terror clung to us as we clawed through memories of pain and loss. There were days when love felt fragile, when we weren’t sure it was enough to hold us
HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM} CHAPTERS 91: SHARING OUR STORY.
Adrian's POV The morning after Noah and I spent the night beneath the stars, I woke with my heart still full, my thoughts lingering on the confessions we’d shared. The warmth of his arm draped over me, the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me, and the quiet hum of life beyond our bedroom walls felt like a promise of everything we’d fought to build. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace, a peace we’d both bled for, cried for, and nearly lost countless times. But beneath that peace was a quiet flutter of nerves that wouldn’t let me go. It had been growing for weeks now, whispering in the back of my mind every time I sat down with my journal or opened my laptop to write. The book I’d been working on wasn’t just words anymore. It wasn’t just a private record of our journey or a way to untangle the mess of my past. It had become something bigger, something that might actually mean something to others. And that terrified me. I slid carefully out of bed, not
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