Todos los capítulos de HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Noah and Adrian's POV The morning sunlight spilled softly into our bedroom, warm and gentle, like a silent promise of peace. I lay there for a moment with my head resting against Noah’s shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. These quiet moments, the ones where the world felt like it slowed to match the pace of our hearts, were my favorite. Noah’s arm tightened around me slightly, a sleepy reflex that made me smile. Over the years, we had both grown used to the closeness, to the comfort of knowing the other was there before sleep and still there when we woke. There was something grounding about it, like an anchor holding us steady in the rush of life. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep. “Morning,” I whispered back, my hand brushing lightly across his chest. “Did you sleep well?” He hummed softly, opening one eye to glance down at me. “Better than I have in days. You were warm. Comforting.” I laughed under my breath, tilting my head up

Noah and Adrian's POV The final morning of our trip arrived slowly, the sun stretching its golden fingers across the curtains as if reluctant to wake us. The air was filled with that bittersweet feeling that comes at the end of something beautiful. We had spent several days surrounded by people who had been part of our journey, people who had witnessed our struggles and celebrated our triumphs. Friends who had once been distant had come closer again, and new bonds had begun to form. As I stretched beside Noah, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, I could not help but feel grateful for how far we had come. This trip had started as a simple getaway, a chance to rest and enjoy a change of scenery, but it had turned into so much more. We had laughed over meals shared late into the night, swapped stories around a crackling fire, and opened our hearts in ways we hadn’t in a long time. It felt like threads of connection had been woven tighter, stronger, mending places where time a

Adrian’s POV The morning sunlight streamed softly through our bedroom window, casting a golden glow over the room. I woke up slowly, the familiar weight of comfort and contentment settling in my chest as I glanced over at Noah, who was still asleep beside me. His arm was draped casually across my waist, his breathing even and deep. I smiled, quietly marveling at the life we had built together. These quiet moments always felt like gifts, reminders of how far we had come and how much love surrounded us. Today wasn’t just any day, though. Today was an important milestone for Luca. His school had been working on a series of personal growth projects over the last few months, and today, the students would be presenting them to parents, friends, and teachers. Luca had been nervous and excited in equal measure, spending countless hours at the dining table working on his project, asking Noah and me for advice but always insisting on doing most of it on his own. I slipped out of bed careful

Adrian's POV The house was quiet in that soft, magical way it only ever was in the early hours of morning. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, and a thin golden light streamed through the curtains, stretching across the hardwood floors like warm ribbons. I sat at my desk, a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, and stared at the blank page on my laptop screen. The cursor blinked at me, almost tauntingly, as if to ask what story I wanted to tell next. For the past few years, my writing had blossomed beyond what I had ever dared to dream. My last novel had done incredibly well, and between book signings, late-night edits, and raising two beautiful children with Noah, life was full in the best way possible. Still, there was a stirring in me I couldn’t ignore, a quiet whisper telling me it was time to try something new. I glanced over my shoulder at the family photo hanging on the wall above the fireplace. It had been taken just a few weeks earlier during our spring family trip to the park.

Noah and Adrian's POV The evening sunlight streamed through the wide windows of our living room, spilling golden warmth across the floor as we gathered together after dinner. Our home was alive with laughter, the comforting kind that made my heart ache with gratitude. Emilia was stretched out on the rug, carefully arranging her colored pencils, while Luca sat cross-legged beside her, leafing through one of his favorite picture books. Noah and I shared the couch, his arm slung casually around my shoulders, and for a brief moment, I felt time slow down around us. Our family had come a long way, and as I watched our children play, I couldn’t help but think about the legacy we were building. It was Luca who first sparked the conversation, looking up from his book with a thoughtful expression. “Papa,” he said, tilting his head, “where did our family come from before us? Like, before you and Dad?” I exchanged a quick glance with Noah, who smiled knowingly. Questions like this were inev