All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Noah’s POV The world had teeth. It didn’t bite gently, it tore, and Adrian was caught right in its jaws. The morning after Mason’s arrest, the media frenzy hit like a hurricane. Every network, every paper, every online blog ran the same searing headlines, dragging Adrian’s name through the mud as though he were the architect of Mason’s sins. Old photographs resurfaced, boardroom whispers turned into bold declarations, and speculation bloomed unchecked into narrative. He was no longer a man but a scandal, an object for dissection, a symbol of everything wrong with wealth and power. I saw the toll almost immediately. Adrian, who had once carried himself with an ease that made people stop and listen, shrank into silence. His phone buzzed endlessly, his inbox flooded, and though he tried to ignore it, I saw the tremor in his hands whenever he caught a glimpse of a headline. His face had grown paler in the span of hours, the dark circles under his eyes deepening with every sleepless nig

Adrian's POV I used to think the future was something you inherited, a chain of obligations and expectations wrapped in gold, dripping with the weight of family names and legacies. But sitting across from Noah, our fingers tangled between half-drunk cups of coffee, I realized the future was something we could actually build. Ours. Not dictated by wealth or status, but carved out of choice, sweat, and heart. The café we had hidden ourselves in was noisy, but to me, it was just background hum, white noise compared to the way Noah’s eyes found mine. There was no artifice in his gaze, no performative affection. Just him. Honest. Steady. The kind of anchor I never knew I needed until him. “We could disappear,” Noah said, lips quirking. “Live somewhere no one knows our names.” I laughed quietly, squeezing his hand. “Disappear? You’d last a week without Wi-Fi.” He rolled his eyes, but the smile stayed. “Okay, so not disappear. But at least…live differently. Not by their rules.” Their r

Adrian’s POV The morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of the community hall, painting streaks of gold across the polished wooden floor. My chest tightened as I stood at the podium, staring at the crowd gathered for the official launch of my nonprofit. Rows of faces, familiar and unfamiliar, watched me with expectation. Journalists waited with pens hovering over their notepads, while volunteers and community members leaned forward with hopeful eyes. For months I had poured myself into this project, building it brick by brick, meeting after meeting, long nights of drafting proposals and harder mornings convincing people to believe in my vision. And now, the doors had finally opened. I drew in a breath, letting the weight of the moment settle inside me. This nonprofit was more than an organization. It was my redemption, the second chance I had been searching for. For years I had been lost, wandering between shadows, struggling to find where I belonged. Now, standing here

Noah's POV The first time I woke up in Adrian’s arms and realized there was nowhere else I wanted to be, I thought it might just be the afterglow of everything we’d been through. The adrenaline of survival, the rush of finally having him to myself without the shadows of fear, and the simple wonder of waking up to his face on the pillow beside mine. But weeks had passed, and the feeling hadn’t dulled. It only deepened. The morning light spilled across the living room, warm and golden, catching in Adrian’s hair as he leaned over the counter, brewing coffee the way he liked it, dark, strong, almost bitter enough to bite. He looked domestic in the most devastating way, wearing one of my old t-shirts that clung to him like it had been designed with his body in mind. His jaw was unshaven, his eyes soft but alert. “Stop staring,” he said without looking at me, but I caught the corner of his mouth twitch. “I wasn’t staring,” I lied, standing by the couch with the blanket still pooled arou

Adrian’s POV The house was quiet when I woke, sunlight pouring in through the curtains in soft ribbons that painted gold across the sheets. For the first time in what felt like forever, my chest wasn’t weighed down with fear or rage. I turned my head and watched Noah, still asleep beside me, his breaths deep and even, his lips slightly parted in the sweetest surrender to rest. I could have stared at him for hours, memorizing every line of his face, the curve of his cheek, the way the light kissed his skin. Everything about him grounded me, reminded me why I had fought so hard, why I had chosen love over vengeance. The thought of Jasper still lingered somewhere in the back of my mind, a shadow that had haunted us both for too long. But Noah’s words from the night before echoed in me with a steady truth: we would let the authorities handle him. Justice would find him, and we would finally be free. I brushed a strand of hair from Noah’s forehead, careful not to wake him, but he stirre