All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Adrian's POV The first few weeks after I told Noah about starting the adoption process felt like stepping into an entirely new world, one we had dreamed about but never fully imagined would be ours. We were still basking in the glow of our wedding, the kind of joy that felt like sunshine settling deep into my bones. Married life was everything I had hoped for and more, filled with quiet mornings tangled together beneath warm blankets and late nights filled with laughter and whispered dreams. Yet, as the days passed, an even bigger dream began to take shape, the dream of building a family. I woke each morning with a sense of purpose, a deep knowing that what we were doing was right. I wanted to create a home filled with love, one where a child would feel safe and cherished, something I never truly had growing up. Noah felt the same, his excitement sometimes spilling out of him in little ways, like the way his voice softened whenever we talked about being parents or how he lingered i

Noah and Adrian's POV The drive home after meeting Luca was silent, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that weighed heavy between us. It was soft and tender, like we were both cradling something fragile, afraid that speaking too soon might shatter it. The city lights passed in blurred streaks through the car windows, but neither of us really saw them. Our thoughts were on Luca, his wide, timid brown eyes, the way his small voice had trembled when he whispered, “You feel like safe.” That moment kept replaying in our minds, wrapping around our hearts like a promise we hadn’t fully spoken yet. Our hands were linked across the center console, Noah’s thumb tracing slow, steady circles against my skin. It was our silent language of reassurance, a grounding reminder that whatever came next, we would face it together. When we finally pulled into the driveway, we didn’t rush to get out of the car. Instead, we sat there for a few breaths, letting the engine’s hum fade and the weight of the d

Adrian's POV The house was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of peaceful quiet I once associated with calm mornings or soft evenings with Noah. This was the kind of quiet that had a heavy weight to it, one that made my chest feel tight. It was the quiet of a home still adjusting, of fragile beginnings and unspoken fears. I stood in the kitchen, my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold long ago. I stared blankly at the tiled counter, my mind replaying the events of the day like an exhausting montage. Luca had been with us for just over a week now, and while I’d imagined a smooth transition, the reality was far messier. The first night had been almost magical, watching him fall asleep holding Noah’s hand, but since then, every day had been a test. Luca was shy, cautious, and quiet one moment, and the next, he’d push us away with an anger I knew came from pain. He barely spoke unless we coaxed him, and when he did, his words were sharp, defensive, meant to keep us at ar

Adrian's POV The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, wrapping our living room in a golden glow that made everything feel warmer, cozier, and more alive. I stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching. Luca was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a scattered sea of crayons, toy cars, and little blocks. His laughter filled the space like music, bouncing off the walls and settling into every quiet corner of my heart. Our house had always been beautiful, a reflection of Noah and me, but now, with Luca here, it felt different. It felt whole. There was life buzzing through it, the kind that came from small feet running down the hallway and a voice calling out for attention, love, or simply to share a discovery about a bug he found in the garden. This was what we had been waiting for without even realizing it, and I didn’t want to miss a single moment. Noah joined me, slipping an arm around my waist. We stood there together, breathing it all in. “He’s

Noah and Adrian's POV The house still smelled faintly of cake and laughter when I woke up the next morning, sunlight streaming through the curtains in soft golden ribbons. My body felt heavy with exhaustion, but it was a good kind of tired, the kind that comes after a perfect day spent surrounded by love. I rolled over and found Noah still asleep beside me, his face relaxed and peaceful, his hand loosely resting on the empty space between us where Luca had curled up the night before. For a moment, I simply lay there, soaking it in. Yesterday had been everything I dreamed of and more. The court had officially declared us Luca’s parents, but it wasn’t the paperwork or the legal words that made it real. It was the look on Luca’s face when the judge announced the decision, his small hands clutching ours as if we were his entire world. It was the laughter and tears from our friends and family, the way our living room had been filled with joy until late into the evening. Noah stirred, hi