All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Adrian's POV The mornings felt different now. Slower, softer, filled with the kind of quiet I never thought I would come to love. When Noah and I first spoke about retirement, I was nervous. The idea of stepping away from the constant hustle of life, from deadlines and obligations, terrified me. I wondered if the stillness would feel like emptiness. But now, standing on the porch of our home with a cup of tea in my hands, listening to the faint rustle of leaves as the sun began its gentle climb, I realized the stillness wasn’t empty at all. It was full. Full of memories, love, laughter, and the subtle joys we had built over the years. Our children were grown now, forging their own paths. Luca had just moved to another city to begin his career, and Emilia was thriving at college, blossoming into a young woman with dreams far bigger than the small town we had raised her in. Though the house was quieter, it wasn’t lonely. Every wall, every picture frame, every corner of the home whisp

Adrian's POV The celebration hall was filled with warmth and light, the kind that came not only from the glittering chandeliers above but from the people gathered within its walls. Family, friends, and even people we’d met through our charity work filled the space, their laughter and chatter blending into a melody of joy. I stood near the back for a moment, taking it all in, my heart swelling at the sight. Luca and Emilia were sitting together at a table up front, their heads bent close as they whispered and giggled over some secret sibling joke. Noah was making his rounds, greeting guests with the same steady charm that had drawn me to him all those years ago. This wasn’t just a celebration of our marriage or our family, though both were at the heart of it. Tonight was about something larger, resilience, love, and the lives that had been touched by the journey we’d taken together. It felt surreal, knowing that our story had become a source of inspiration for others. As I stood th

Noah and Adrian's POV The house was alive with warmth and noise, the kind that wrapped itself around you like a favorite blanket. The smell of baked bread and roasted vegetables drifted from the kitchen, laughter spilling in waves from every corner. Our home had always been filled with love, but today felt different, heavier in a beautiful way. Today was about more than celebration. It was about legacy, about reflecting on the years we had built together brick by brick, heart by heart. Noah and I stood side by side in the doorway, watching our children and their families gather around the long dining table we had built together years ago. Luca was now grown, a man who carried the same gentle determination I saw in Noah every day. Emilia had blossomed into a woman with a spirit as wild and free as her laughter. Both of them were surrounded by people they loved, friends who had become family, their lives echoing the lessons we had tried so hard to teach. I felt Noah’s hand brush min

Noah's POV The house was still, bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun. Light filtered through the curtains, warming the wooden floors, touching the pictures on the walls that held our history. I woke before Adrian, as I often did, lying there in the quiet, listening to his slow, even breathing. These mornings had become my favorite part of life, the moments where the world seemed to pause and give us the gift of stillness. I turned my head to look at him, my heart catching the same way it always had. Even after all these years, he was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His hair was tousled, his face relaxed, and the faintest smile lingered on his lips, like he was dreaming of something good. My chest ached with love and gratitude. So much had happened, so many storms we had weathered, but here we were, still side by side. Carefully, I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open, and when he loo

Noah's POV The house felt too quiet without Adrian’s laughter. Even with our children and grandchildren filling the halls, even with the scent of fresh flowers and home-cooked meals drifting through every room, there was an unmistakable void that no amount of sound could fill. I stood by the window, staring out at the garden we had built together. Adrian had loved that space, tending to the flowers with care, planting each bloom with intention. It wasn’t just a garden, it was a piece of our story, a living memory of every dream we had nurtured side by side. The sun was setting, casting golden light over the yard, and I could almost hear his voice beside me, teasing me about tracking mud into the house or telling me how beautiful the evening looked. My chest ached with the longing to turn and see his warm smile. Today was the day we gathered to honor him, to celebrate the incredible life he had lived. Adrian had been my partner in everything. My best friend, my greatest love, my s