Todos os capítulos de HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Noah and Adrian's POV The years had a way of moving faster when we were caught up in the beautiful chaos of family life. It felt like only yesterday that we were tucking Luca into bed, reading him bedtime stories, and soothing Emilia’s tears when nightmares came in the middle of the night. Now our home echoed with a different rhythm. The soft patter of little feet had been replaced by the thumping steps of teenagers moving through the hallways, their voices louder, their opinions sharper, their personalities blossoming into something entirely their own. Parenting older children was an entirely different journey, one that neither Noah nor I felt fully prepared for, though we gave it everything we had. It wasn’t about simply protecting them anymore, or keeping them safe from falling off their bikes or scaring away monsters under the bed. It was about guidance, about trust, about letting go just enough while still holding on. Some days, that balance felt impossible to find. Luca was

Noah and Adrian's POV The evening was calm, the kind of calm that settled deep into the bones and made the world outside feel far away. The children had gone to bed early after an evening filled with laughter, stories, and just enough chaos to remind us how wonderfully alive our home was. The house was finally quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of the old clock in the living room and the occasional rustle of the night breeze brushing against the windows. Noah and I sat together on the couch, our legs tangled under the soft blanket draped over us. The room was lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp and the faint light of the moon slipping through the curtains. It wasn’t a special night, not one marked by any holiday or grand gesture, yet it felt important in its simplicity. These quiet moments had become precious to us, a reminder that love didn’t always need to shout to be heard, it could whisper, steady and sure. I leaned my head against Noah’s shoulder, breathing him in. H

Noah and Adrian's POV The morning of the celebration dawned bright and warm, sunlight spilling through the curtains of our bedroom like a soft promise. It was one of those rare mornings when everything felt perfectly aligned, like the universe itself was smiling on us. Adrian and I woke up early, not out of necessity, but because our excitement wouldn’t let us rest. Today wasn’t just another gathering. Today, we were opening our home to friends, family, and neighbors, welcoming everyone who had walked alongside us in our journey. As I stretched, Adrian rolled toward me, his hair tousled, his face still creased from sleep. His sleepy smile was enough to make my heart skip, even after all these years. “Big day,” he murmured, his voice rough with morning. “The biggest,” I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Ready to host a full house?” He laughed softly, rubbing his eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Though, between you and me, I think the kids are more excited than either of us

Adrian's POV The morning sunlight streamed softly through our bedroom curtains, painting golden streaks across the walls. I woke up to the sound of Noah’s gentle breathing beside me, his arm loosely draped over my waist. For a moment, I lay there still, savoring the peace of our quiet home. Life had been moving at a whirlwind pace these past few months, and this, these simple, slow mornings, were what grounded me. My latest book had been released three weeks ago, and in that short time, it had become something I never dared dream of, a bestseller. I had been proud of my past books, of course, but this one felt different. It was deeply personal, rooted in the love, struggles, and triumphs that Noah and I had shared in building our family. It wasn’t just my story, it was ours, and the world seemed to resonate with it in ways that humbled me. As I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Noah, I could already hear the faint voices of Luca and Emilia in the kitchen. Their laug

Luca and Emilia's POV I have always loved traveling. There’s something magical about seeing places that were once only pictures in books or on a screen, about walking streets where the air smells different and everything feels new. Emilia loves it too, though in her own quieter way. While I crave the adventure, she seems to take it all in with wide eyes and soft smiles, always noticing the little details, the colors of the flowers in a market, the texture of an old stone wall, the way a local family gathers at a park. Our parents made travel a tradition for our family, and every year we go somewhere new. This time, it was a coastal town, full of winding streets and salty air. From the moment we arrived, I could feel the excitement buzzing in my chest. The ocean stretched endlessly before us, its waves crashing in a rhythm that seemed to match my heartbeat. Emilia stood beside me on the first morning, her dark hair pulled into a braid that hung over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on