Semua Bab HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Adrian's POV The morning light streamed softly through our bedroom curtains, painting warm golden streaks across the walls. It was one of those quiet mornings where everything seemed to move slower, like time itself wanted us to linger a little longer. Noah was still asleep beside me, his breathing steady and peaceful. I lay there for a moment, just watching him, my heart swelling with gratitude. After everything we had been through, every storm we had weathered, mornings like this felt like a gift. But today wasn’t just any day. Today was the day Emilia would present her family portrait project at school. She had been working on it for weeks, pouring her little heart into it, and she wouldn’t let me or Noah see it ahead of time. She wanted it to be a surprise. I slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Noah, and padded down the hall to check on the kids. Luca’s room was quiet except for the faint hum of his ceiling fan. He was still curled up under his blanket, one foot st

Adrian's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, spilling across our bedroom and warming my face. I blinked awake slowly, the faint sound of laughter drifting down the hall. It was a soft, melodic sound that instantly brought a smile to my lips. Emilia. Her laugh was unmistakable, full of pure joy and innocence. Beside me, Noah stirred, letting out a low groan as he rolled onto his back. His hand reached blindly toward me, finding mine and squeezing. “Why is it so loud this early?” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “Because our kids are already up,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before slipping out of bed. “I’ll go see what they’re up to.” He grumbled something unintelligible but released me, and I padded softly down the hall. The laughter grew louder, mingled with Luca’s deeper voice. I peeked into Emilia’s room and found them sitting on the floor surrounded by paper, crayons, and an alarming number of glitter containers. Glitter was everyw

Noah's POV The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, warming my face as I sat at the edge of our bed. Adrian was still asleep, curled up with the blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon, his breathing slow and even. I watched him for a moment, my chest tightening with the familiar mix of love and gratitude. He had been my constant through every storm, the quiet anchor when my past threatened to pull me under. There was a time when mornings like this felt impossible for me. I used to wake drenched in sweat, heart pounding, lungs burning, trapped by memories of things I couldn’t change. Even with Adrian beside me, those nightmares would sometimes reach out and drag me back into the darkness. But now, as I sat there breathing calmly, I realized how different it felt. The air felt lighter, my shoulders weren’t weighed down by the same crushing guilt, and the restless storm inside me had quieted into something I could finally understand and control. Therapy had been h

Adrian's POV The weeks following the release of my latest book felt like a whirlwind. I had thought that publishing my first work and seeing it well-received would be the peak of my career, but this one was different. It was deeply personal, a reflection of our family, our love, and the trials Noah and I had faced together. I poured my heart into every chapter, writing late at night when the house was quiet, letting my memories guide me as my words took shape on the page. What I hadn’t expected was how profoundly the book would resonate with others. Emails began trickling in at first, then letters, messages on social media, even handwritten notes that smelled faintly of ink and hope. Strangers were opening up to me, telling me about their struggles, their relationships, their fears. Couples who had been on the verge of breaking apart told me that something they’d read in my story had inspired them to try again. Parents shared how certain passages had made them reflect on the way th

Adrian and Noah's POV Life had a way of testing the strength of the bonds we built, of showing us who truly stood by our side when the days grew heavy and the nights felt impossibly long. Over the past few months, our family had been through waves of laughter and storms of uncertainty, each moment shaping us into something sturdier and softer all at once. As I stood in the kitchen early one Saturday morning, watching Emilia and Luca bicker over which cereal to eat, I felt a swell of love so powerful it made my chest ache. Our home was no longer just a house with walls and windows. It had become a sanctuary filled with memories, whispered dreams, and the kind of warmth I used to only read about in books. I glanced at Noah, who leaned casually against the doorway, his arms crossed as he observed our children with quiet amusement. His gaze met mine, and in that instant, without a single word, we understood each other completely. Yet beneath that serenity lay the truth: life wasn’t al