All Chapters of LOST IN THE BILLIONAIRE'S SCANDAL: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Maya’s POVI woke up in Adam’s arms the next morning, his breath warm against the top of my head and his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just let myself lie there, tucked against him, listening to that heartbeat I’d trusted to anchor me but instead of comfort, unease spread like frost through me. His words from the night before replayed over and over. “I miss you.”But something about the look in his eyes conveyed more than his voice had. There had been something desperate in them, something that didn’t feel like the kind of missing that comes from love. it felt like the kind of missing that comes from fear, from guilt, from trying to hold on to something already slipping and from being horney.I couldn’t stop the whisper in my head. Did he miss me? Or did he just miss sex?His arm was heavy across my waist and his hand curled round my stomach as though he couldn’t stand to let go of me even in his sleep. I pressed my lips together, staring a

Maya’s POVThe bed felt larger without him in it. Too large and cold. I stretched my arm across the sheets, expecting the faint trace of warmth he usually left behind, but the space beside me was untouched. The pillow was smooth, the sheets still tucked. He hadn’t just slipped out early, he hadn’t been here at all.A chill crawled through me that had nothing to do with the draft sneaking through the window. Adam’s absence was becoming a language of its own. A silence that said more than words. And yet what kept ringing in my mind wasn’t the empty space at my side, but the look in his eyes last night… That unspoken thing he carried like a weight in his chest but refused to share. He had held me too tightly, as though I were something fragile about to break, and whispered, “I miss you.”The words should have comforted me, but instead they lingered with questions. Did he miss me? did he miss the closeness? the heat of skin against skin? Did he long for me and the escape I offered him wh

Maya's PovBy the time Adam came home, the kitchen gave me comfort I couldn’t find anywhere else. I had thrown myself into the only thing that steadied me aside reading… cooking. Ihad kneaded dough until my knuckles ached, pressing my fears into each fold, forcing myself to focus on the rhythm. Now a loaf baked in the oven, its crust slowly browning, filling the air with warmth. A pot of lentil stew bubbled on the stove, cumin and coriander curling up in the steam.Leila sat at the table, crayons scattered, humming as she drew. Sami sat close beside her. Silent, but his little hand rested near hers. When she nudged a crayon toward him, he traced faint lines, his dark head bent close.I was taking out bowls from the cabinet when Adam walked in. He was unusually late and his jacket draped over one arm and his tie was slightly loosened. His expression as unreadable as always. But his eyes… sharp enough to notice everything.They landed on me and lingered too long. “Rough day?” His voice