Todos os capítulos de HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Adrian's POV The night had settled softly around our home, wrapping it in a comforting stillness that felt almost sacred. The world outside was quiet, except for the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the occasional whisper of wind through the trees. I sat on the porch steps, my hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, watching the stars twinkle above. From here, I could see the glow of the living room lights through the window and silhouettes moving inside, my family, my heart, my everything. As I sat there, a wave of memories washed over me. It felt almost impossible to believe how far we had come, how much we had endured to reach this very moment. There were times when it had felt like everything was falling apart, when fear and uncertainty had ruled my days and sleepless nights were filled with doubts. I remembered the early days, when Noah and I were still learning how to be us, when we were trying to figure out how to love fully without letting our pasts dictate our future. Ba

Noah and Adrian's POV The house was quiet in the soft glow of early morning, the kind of quiet that only existed in those few moments before our children woke up and filled the space with laughter, chatter, and occasional squabbles. I sat at the kitchen table with Noah, our hands wrapped around warm mugs of coffee, our legs brushing beneath the table as we shared a companionable silence. The night before had been beautiful, filled with family, stories, and laughter that seemed to echo through the walls even now. It was one of those nights that reminded us why we worked so hard to build this life together. But as I looked across at Noah, there was something in his expression, an unspoken thought hovering just beneath the surface. His eyes were softer than usual, contemplative, like he was turning something over in his mind. “What is it?” I asked gently, breaking the silence. He glanced up at me, his lips curving into a small, almost hesitant smile. “I’ve been thinking about the fu

Noah's POV Life had this incredible way of constantly surprising us, even when we thought we’d seen and experienced it all. I’d spent years with Adrian, raising our children, navigating the highs and lows of marriage, parenthood, and work. Through it all, our love had remained the one steady, unshakeable constant. Yet somehow, Adrian still managed to bring newness into our life, to keep it vibrant and exciting in ways that caught me off guard. It had been a busy couple of months. Luca and Emilia were thriving, growing into their own people with personalities that were both familiar and wonderfully unique. Luca had become more confident with every passing year, his quiet strength blossoming into leadership at school and in his friendships. Emilia, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of curiosity and creativity, her love for dance now matched by an ever-growing interest in art. Watching them grow was one of my greatest joys, though it came with the bittersweet reminder that time was m

Noah and Adrian's POV The evening sunlight spilled softly through our wide kitchen windows, painting the walls in warm, golden hues. The air smelled of freshly baked bread and cinnamon, a comforting mix that clung to every corner of our home. I stood by the counter, kneading dough with flour-covered hands while Luca sat nearby, swinging his legs under the table, chatting excitedly about his latest school project. Emilia sat beside him, carefully drawing something on a sheet of paper, her little tongue peeking out as she focused. It was moments like these that reminded me why we built this house the way we did. Every room held memories, every wall carried laughter. This was more than just a home for us now. It was becoming something bigger, something that stretched beyond our family. Noah walked in from outside, brushing dirt from his jeans and running a hand through his hair. He had been helping one of the veterans he mentored with some backyard repairs, and I could see the tired

Noah and Adrian's POV The years passed softly, like the steady rhythm of a familiar song. There was no rush, no urgency, only the gentle unfolding of days built on love and care. I often found myself waking up beside Noah, the morning sunlight spilling across our room, and marveling at how much life we had lived together. Our home had changed over the years, growing not just in size but in warmth. Every corner held a memory, every wall whispered of laughter, struggles, and victories that had shaped our family into what it had become. Our children were no longer children. Luca had grown into a remarkable young man, responsible and kind-hearted, the type of person who made me proud every single day. Emilia too had blossomed into her own person, full of grace and confidence, her dreams as vibrant as the little girl she once was. It still amazed me that so much time had passed since the days when we were navigating adoption papers, dance recitals, and school projects. Now they were liv