All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adrian and Noah's POV The drive home from the agency felt both exhilarating and nerve-racking. Emilia sat in her car seat, quiet as ever, clutching Bella tightly against her chest. She hadn’t said a word since we buckled her in, her gaze fixed on the world outside the window. Beside me, Noah’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles to soothe both of us. Luca sat on the other side of Emilia, humming softly to himself and occasionally sneaking glances at his new sister, his face filled with excitement and curiosity. We had prepared for this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, the reality of it hit with full force. Bringing a child home meant more than just signing papers or setting up a bedroom. It meant trust, patience, and love, a kind of love that had to be shown in a hundred different ways every single day until it became a safe place she could finally call her own. When we turned onto our street, Luca bounced in his seat. “We’re here, Emilia! This i

Adrian's POV The house was noisier now, filled with the kind of chaos that somehow brought me peace instead of frustration. When Noah and I first brought Emilia home, I worried about the adjustment, not just for her but for all of us. Luca had been our entire world for so long, and while he was a bright, compassionate child, I still wondered how he would handle sharing our attention. I needn’t have worried. Over the weeks, our home transformed into something richer and deeper, a place overflowing with warmth. This morning was no different. The sound of giggles carried down the hall, drawing me from bed with a smile before I even opened my eyes. I stretched, my hand brushing the side of the bed where Noah had been sleeping. It was empty now, still warm. That meant he had probably gotten up early to wrangle the kids into some semblance of order. When I stepped into the hallway, Luca’s voice echoed, full of delight. “Emilia, you can’t catch me!” Her laughter followed, high-pitched a

Noah's POV The day began quietly, almost deceptively so, considering how momentous it was meant to be. The sun streamed softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across our room. I lay there for a moment, listening to the faint giggles coming from the hallway where Luca and Emilia were already awake. Their voices had become the music of our home, their laughter the rhythm that filled our days. My heart swelled, and I closed my eyes briefly, willing myself to hold on to this feeling, this perfect stillness before everything changed. Today wasn’t just another day. Today was the day we would stand before a judge and hear the words that would bind Emilia to us legally and irrevocably. She was already our daughter in every way that mattered, but after today, no paperwork or bureaucracy could threaten that bond. The thought both thrilled and terrified me. Adrian stirred beside me, his hand finding mine beneath the covers. I turned my head to see him blinking awake, his eyes heavy

Adrian's POV The glow from the holiday lights still lingered in my memory, a warmth that carried me through the chill of winter as the new year began. Our home felt alive with love and laughter, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely grounded. Emilia had settled beautifully into our family, Luca was thriving, and Noah’s presence was a constant source of comfort and strength. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours, and that was more than enough. While my family blossomed, so did another part of my life, my writing career. For years, I had written in the quiet hours of the night, pouring my thoughts and emotions onto paper without ever expecting anyone else to see them. It started as a way to cope, a private outlet for the pain and hope I couldn’t always express aloud. But now, things were different. My work had begun to catch the attention of readers outside of our little circle, and with that came a whirlwind of opportunities I had never imagined. It began slowly,

Adrian and Noah's POV The smell of fresh paint hung in the air, mingling with the sound of hammering and the soft laughter of our children playing just outside. Our home had always been a sanctuary, a place built from love and determination, but as our family grew, so did our dreams. It had been a quiet conversation at first, one whispered between kisses late at night as we lay tangled in the sheets, talking about the future. The idea of expanding our home was born not just out of necessity, but out of desire, a longing to create more space for memories, for growth, for us. We stood in the middle of what used to be our backyard, surrounded by wood planks, scattered tools, and hopeful plans. The early morning sunlight streamed through the skeletal framework of what would soon become an extension of our home. Emilia was running around with Luca, their laughter like music against the steady rhythm of construction. I looked at Noah, his hair falling into his face, a smudge of dirt stre