Semua Bab HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Adrian’s POV The new safehouse felt colder than the last, almost empty. Not physically, physically it was warm, secure, tucked behind iron gates and surveillance, but walls couldn’t soften the dread lurking around, it couldn't soften the fear beneath, locks couldn’t even silence the voice in my head repeating everything Jasper had said . Mason Vale wants you dead. I hadn’t eaten since we left, Noah hadn’t pushed, but he watched me like he was waiting for the moment I’d finally splinter apart. Like he didn’t want to force it but wouldn’t look away when it happened, he would be there to catch me afterall. I recoiled as I suddenly remembered the glee in Jasper's eyes at every squint of fear that shone in my eyes. It was very clear, it wasn't his first rodeo, and it seemed like it wouldn't be his last either. Noah on the other hand, he hovered without hovering, sat across the room instead of beside me, cleaned his weapons instead of asking questions I couldn’t answer. But the tensio

Noah’s POV Theo Grant had been a thorn in my side since the moment I met him. At first, it had been easy to dismiss him as one of Adrian’s mistakes, the ex with too much access, the assistant who blurred professional lines with something more personal. Too pretty, too smug, too tangled up in Adrian’s life to be trusted. I’d clocked it immediately, the way Theo hovered too close, how his smile never quite reached his eyes when Adrian wasn’t looking. But now, it wasn’t jealousy sharpening my instincts. It was survival. And Adrian finally saw it too. “You think it’s him,” I said, arms crossed as I leaned against the doorframe watching Adrian pace the living room of our latest safehouse. “I don’t know.” Adrian dragged a hand through his hair, pacing like the answers might reveal themselves if he wore a groove into the hardwood. “But the timing’s too perfect. Every leak… every close call… it lines up too cleanly with Theo.” “You said he’s been calling, texting, trying to ‘check in.

Adrian's POV Noah had always believed that planning for war was easier than preparing for love. But tonight, both felt tangled, suffocating, too close to the bone. The world around him wasn’t quiet anymore, even in the silence. His phone buzzed every few seconds, code confirmations, check-ins, encrypted messages from allies he hadn’t called in years. His past bled into the present, old war dogs rising from their slumber just because he asked, he had that kind of impact, and I really admired him. In the dim lighting of the safe house, Noah stood over a desk cluttered with blueprints, surveillance photos, and maps, each marked with red ink, digital timestamps, lines connecting one possible attack site to another. While I sat across the room, fingers gliding rapidly across his keyboard, eyes fixed to multiple screens as his security program ran like a digital fortress around them. "Done," I muttered, voice hoarse from hours without rest. "If anyone tries to breach our comms again, th

Adrian's POV The room smelled like damp concrete and blood. My blood, my sweat and maybe even my fear, I couldn't even tell anymore, my wrists were raw from the zip ties, my jaw ached from the blow Jasper had landed earlier, and my head throbbed with every heartbeat like my skull was threatening to crack open. "You always did fall for the hero types," Jasper said, leaning lazily against the wall, gun in hand, his smile curling like smoke. "Too bad your knight is nothing but a broken boy playing savior…it's really a pathetic sight to behold. Both of you are really pathetic" I didn't answer, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction he was looking for, I wouldn't cave the way he wanted me to, and I sure as hell wouldn't give him the reaction he was hoping to get out of me, my lips were dry, split, and if I had water in my mouth, I’d spit it right in his Godforsaken face. "He's failed before, you know right?" Jasper went on, circling me. "Noah, he really thinks he can save you, but he cou

Noah's POV The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed like a cruel, mechanical lullaby, it was the only sound beyond the rhythm of my own erratic heartbeat and the echo of hurried footsteps that had long since faded into silence, I sat hunched forward in a plastic chair that felt more like a slab of punishment than furniture, my palms sticky with sweat and blood that wasn’t mine. Adrian’s blood. Every second stretched like a lifetime. His blood had soaked through my shirt, warm and slick against my chest as I held him on the pavement, whispering useless words, trying to keep him with me. Now, they had him in surgery, behind double doors I wasn’t allowed to enter, where people I didn’t know held his life in their hands. And I was helpless. The walls seemed to breathe around me, tightening and loosening with every surge of panic, I couldn’t sit still, I rose, paced, sat back down, my fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, I had never been afraid like thi