Semua Bab HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Noah’s POVIf there’s one thing the military taught me, it’s this: people are very predictable.Put anyone under enough pressure, strip them of comfort and illusion, and eventually, they’ll show you exactly who they are. A person can only pretend for so long.That’s why I don’t trust people who look too perfect. Who act too perfect.They’re usually hiding the most. They're usually the most dangerous, or the most broken.Which is why, when I opened the file stamped confidential and saw the black-and-white photo clipped to the top corner, sharp cheekbones, expensive suit, smirk carved like a sin straight from a designer runway. I knew immediately: this job was going to be hell. It was going to test every ounce of patience I had in me.Adrian Vale. Billionaire heir to Vale Industries. Tech mogul. Scandal magnet. Corny and sly. Headline to every gossip. Arrogant as sin, cold as winter steel, and according to every tabloid, the kind of man who ruined people for sport and didn’t lose a min

Noah’s POVThere’s a split second, right before the glass shatters, before instinct overrides thought, when the world seems to slow.That red dot burned against Adrian’s chest like a countdown.I didn’t think. I moved.One step. Two. Then I hit him hard, driving him down just as the window behind him exploded in a spray of glass and fury.The bullet missed his heart by inches. I felt the vibration of impact through my bones as we hit the marble floor, shards raining down around us like frozen rain.Adrian’s breath left him in a sharp, shocked exhale beneath me. His eyes flew wide open like what just happened was a movie. For one long, suspended moment, his body was pinned under mine, his heart hammering hard enough for me to feel it through his chest. “You’re okay,” I said. “You’re okay.”“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, eyes wide. “Is this—”Another shot cracked through the apartment. Closer this time. Controlled. Calculated.This wasn’t a warning.This was a hunt.Whoever was doing this,

Noah’s POVSilence hung heavy in the aftermath.My hands were still fisted in on his shirt. His breath still ghosted my lips. Too close, Too dangerous,Too much.And yet, neither of us moved.Adrian’s pulse thudded against my palm like a live wire, his pupils blown wide with something he didn’t bother trying to hide anymore: attraction, yes! Most definitely! But also defiance. Always defiance.He wanted me to break first.And for a moment, I almost did.But the job, the rules, came slamming back into place like steel shutters over my chest.I released him, almost pushed him away from me. Stepped back and put space between us like a drowning man clawing toward air.“This doesn’t happen again,” I said, voice low, ragged around the edges. “Do you understand me Vale?”Adrian’s mouth curved, slow and bitter. “Oh, I understand perfectly. It most definitely won't” he winked.Seriously?He sure does drive one insane, and not in a good way at all.He smoothed his shirt, cool as glass despite th

Adrian’s POV Days blurred together in the safehouse. Hours folded into one another like ink bleeding through cheap paper, leaving behind nothing but the same suffocating silence and the endless echo of Noah’s footsteps. At first, I thought I’d lose my mind from the boredom. But then I started watching him. Really watching. And I realized something dangerous. Stillness didn’t exist in Noah Cross. Even at rest, he moved beneath his skin, muscles tense beneath t-shirts stretched too tight across broad shoulders, fingers flexing without thought as if his body couldn’t bear the idea of surrender, not even to exhaustion. His jaw worked in quiet moments like he was grinding down words he’d never speak. His eyes were always scanning, always calculating, even when they looked like they weren’t looking at all. Except sometimes… they were looking. At me. He thought I didn’t notice. The stolen glances when I crossed too close. The flick of his gaze when I stretched, when I smirked, whe

Noah’s POV It started with the storm. Then the lightning. Thunder rolling low across the city like a distant threat, wind lashing against glass, lights flickering once, twice… then dying altogether. Power outages didn’t bother me. Silence didn’t bother me. But Adrian Vale in the dark? That was another story entirely, I didn't know what was in store for me, or what to expect. I heard him first, footsteps moving slow through the penthouse. like he wasn’t sure where to land. I stayed still, watching the faint outline of his silhouette in the window’s fractured light, wondering what the fuck he was up to. “Are you planning to lurk all night or just until I break and beg for conversation, hmmm, Mr Cross?” His voice came softer than usual. No bite. No smugness. Just… tired. “The backup generator will take over in a minute,” I said, trying to avoid any sense of awkwardness. He made a sound, half laugh, half breath, as he sank down onto the couch across from me. And I was a little t