Semua Bab HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Noah's POV The morning began in quiet harmony, the kind that only came after years of chaos, healing, and building a life brick by brick. The house was filled with soft sounds, the rustle of sheets as Adrian stirred beside me, the faint patter of Emilia’s feet in the hallway, and Luca’s laughter drifting up from the living room where he was already playing with his toy cars. The sun spilled through the curtains, painting our bedroom in golden light. I lay there for a moment, breathing it all in. There was a time when I couldn’t even imagine mornings like this, when the weight of my past threatened to crush me before the day had even begun. But now, I woke up beside the man I loved, with our two children safe and happy under the same roof. It felt like a miracle I didn’t deserve, yet one I would never stop being grateful for. Adrian stirred and turned toward me, his hair a mess from sleep and his smile soft. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice still husky. “Morning,” I replied, leani

Adrian's POV The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting the walls in a soft golden glow. There was laughter drifting through the house, the kind that carried warmth straight into my chest. It had been days since Luca stood up for himself and for another kid at school, and though we had already praised him endlessly at home, the glow of that moment hadn’t faded. Noah and I had spent the past few days watching Luca with a quiet kind of pride, like witnessing a flower bloom after a long winter. He seemed lighter, freer. Even Emilia had noticed and had taken to following her brother around, giggling whenever he spun her in little circles. Life had shifted for us, subtly but powerfully. The days of constant chaos and pain were behind us, replaced by a slower, gentler rhythm. It wasn’t perfect. There were still nights when nightmares woke me, when I reached for Noah just to remind myself that he was really there, that we were safe. But those nights grew fewer as time we

Adrian's POV The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan above our bed and the distant sound of Luca and Emilia’s laughter trailing off as they played in the yard earlier. Now, with them tucked safely in bed, the silence felt peaceful rather than empty. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the small box on the nightstand, my fingers brushing over the smooth surface. It was simple, understated, but perfect, a new ring to give Noah tonight. Another symbol of the life we’d built together, another promise to keep holding on no matter what came our way. Tonight was special, not because of a grand gesture or a lavish celebration, but because it marked another year of surviving and thriving together. Another year of us. We had weathered storms, faced moments that nearly tore us apart, but here we were, stronger and more in love than ever. I glanced over my shoulder at Noah, who was standing by the window, his arms folded loosely, his silhouette outlined by the golden

Adrian's POV The house was filled with warmth, the kind of warmth that didn’t just come from the heat or the glow of the lamps, but from laughter, love, and the feeling of belonging. Outside, the evening air was cool, a soft breeze rustling through the leaves of the tree we had planted not long ago. Its branches were still small, but I could see how much it had grown already, just like our family. Inside, though, everything felt alive and bright. Tonight was special, not because of a holiday or milestone, but because of something we had started recently, our new family tradition: weekly game nights. Noah and I had wanted to create something that would bring us together no matter how busy life got, something that would root our children in joy and love the way our tree rooted itself in the soil outside. The idea came to me one evening when I noticed how much Luca and Emilia loved playing simple card games together. Their giggles had echoed through the house, drawing Noah and me to

Adrian's POV The drive home from the beach was quiet, but it was the kind of silence that felt full rather than empty. Noah’s hand rested in mine on the center console, his thumb brushing absently against my skin as the rhythmic hum of the tires filled the space between us. The scent of the ocean still clung faintly to our clothes, mingling with the soft saltiness of the breeze we carried with us through the open windows. I kept glancing at him, unable to stop myself. The way the fading sunlight painted golden highlights across his profile made my chest ache with gratitude. We had gone back to the beginning, and now we were heading home stronger than ever, more grounded in the love we’d built over the years. When we pulled into the driveway, our home came into view, warm light spilling from the windows. It felt like a beacon, like the very heart of our lives, and I smiled, already missing the kids even though we’d only been away for a single night. As we stepped inside, laughter an