All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Noah's POV I never thought watching someone breathe would become the only thing keeping me sane. But here I was, a shell of a man, glued to the side of a hospital bed that cradled Adrian’s fragile body. Machines hummed and beeped with mechanical indifference, but each sound felt like a drumbeat against my fraying nerves. My patience and faith were tested to their limits, but I held on, still believing and never losing faith. His skin was too pale, a haunting contrast to the healthy flush I used to tease him about. The bandages were too thick, too white, too soaked with memories I couldn’t scrub clean. He looked nothing like the firecracker of a man who used to challenge me with those unyielding eyes and crooked smile. Now, he looked... breakable. He looked like a shell of the usually bubbly Adrian. The surgery had ended hours ago, and the doctors said he made it through. But barely. I was supposed to be relieved and grateful. But all I felt was dread, guilt, and a desperation so d

Adrian’s POV The afternoon sunlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale gold across the living room. I sat curled into the far corner of the couch, my legs drawn up, my arm resting on the backrest. Noah sat opposite me, his posture deceptively relaxed, one arm draped over the chair, but I could see the tautness in his shoulders. His eyes flicked toward me now and then, as if gauging whether I was ready for the conversation he’d promised we’d have. I wasn’t sure I was ready, but I also knew that avoiding it would keep a part of him locked away from me, and I’d had enough of walls. His hand drummed lightly against his knee before stilling. “You’ve been looking at me like you want to ask something,” he said quietly. “So go ahead. No holding back.” My throat tightened. “You said before that Jasper wasn’t just a former friend. That he… knew things about you, about your past.” I hesitated, the name feeling bitter on my tongue. “Is that why you’re scared that he's worki

Adrian’s POV The night air carried a sharp bite as we slipped into the quiet back room of the safehouse. The windows were blacked out, the hum of an old refrigerator somewhere in the corner filling the silence. Noah moved with the kind of confidence that came from years of knowing where to place each step, his shoulders tense, his eyes constantly scanning. He hadn’t said much since we left the last location, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him. We didn’t have time for hesitations. Mason was already too close. And the only way to get ahead of him was to bring people into the fight, people Noah trusted. Noah unlocked a small metal box on the desk, pulling out an old, battered phone. “Only a handful of people still have this number,” he said, scrolling with precise movements. “People who know how to keep their mouths shut. People who’ve bled with me before.” He didn’t need to explain further. His tone told me everything. Whoever he was calling weren’t casual acquaintances,

Noah’s POVI couldn’t shake the heaviness in my chest as I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of a man I barely recognized anymore. My jaw was tight, my eyes shadowed with sleepless nights, and the faint scar that cut across my cheek looked like a reminder of every mistake I’d made. Tonight wasn’t just another night. It was the night. The trap we had been weaving for weeks was finally set, and I was the bait dangling in the middle of it.The problem? I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see Jasper again.He’d done too much to ever deserve mercy, and his betrayal, the choice to side with Mason in order to hurt Adrian, was the last straw. I could've forgiven him for all the things he'd ever done to me while we were still in the military, but working with an enemy of the man I loved the most and wanting to harm him, heck! I'd never let that happen.AdrianJasper. The name alone made my blood run hot. He was more than an enemy. He was a ghost that haunted me, an unwilling shado

Noah’s POV The moment Mason stepped fully into the ruined banquet hall, the temperature of the air shifted. He carried menace like a second skin, sharp eyes scanning the wreckage as though this chaos was a symphony he’d orchestrated. The glint of the gun in his hand caught the dim light, but what rooted me to the floor wasn’t the weapon, it was the certainty in Mason’s smirk. He wasn’t here to threaten. He was here to finish. I tightened my grip on Adrian’s hand. My lover’s pulse thrummed hard against my palm, not from fear, but rage contained like a storm behind glass. Every muscle in his body trembled with restraint, as though his fury was a blade Mason might cut himself on at any second. “Well,” Mason drawled, his voice slicing through the shouts and clamor that echoed beyond the shattered doors. “Isn’t this romantic? The prodigal heir clinging to his precious toy while his empire burns.” His eyes gleamed, landing squarely on me before crawling back to Adrian. “I told you I’d ta