Alle Kapitel von HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Noah's POV The world finally felt quiet. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no shadow waiting at the edge of my vision, no storm rolling on the horizon. Just the hush of waves brushing the shore outside our balcony and the warmth of Adrian’s body stretched out beside mine. The honeymoon was exactly what we needed, though I doubted I would ever truly believe we were free of everything we had been through. Still, waking up with his arm slung across my waist, his breath tickling the back of my neck, gave me the illusion of safety, and I clung to it with everything I had. I shifted carefully, not wanting to wake him just yet. The morning sunlight spilled across the sheets, catching in his hair, turning strands into soft copper fire. He looked younger when he slept, stripped of the weight that usually pulled at his shoulders. I let myself stare for a while, memorizing the shape of his lips, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the small crease between his brows tha

Noah's POV The moment we returned home from our shortened honeymoon, the world felt heavier. The silence of the apartment was comforting but also unnerving, like it was holding its breath with us. Adrian set our bags down, trying to smile, but I saw the shadow behind his eyes. We both knew we hadn’t come back early out of choice but necessity. Security threats had a way of shrinking happiness into something fragile. I didn’t want to admit how much it hurt to cut our time short. The honeymoon had been supposed to be ours, free of the world’s madness, yet the intrusion of danger found us anyway. The thought of Jasper’s hand behind it all gnawed at me. I’d seen too much of his tactics not to recognize the trail. Still, I kept my worry pressed beneath my ribs. Adrian deserved steadiness from me, not my spiraling thoughts. While Adrian unpacked, I moved through the apartment, checking cameras, double-checking sensors, reinforcing locks. The walls had always felt like home, but now I wan

Adrian’s POV The morning light spilled across the bedroom, soft and golden, painting Noah’s face in a warmth that almost felt stolen from a dream. I should have felt nothing but peace waking up beside him, his breath steady against my shoulder, the soft curl of his fingers resting against my chest. But the shadows that Jasper left behind clung stubbornly, curling around the edges of my thoughts, whispering what-ifs that made my chest tight. I had watched Noah fight, push, and bleed to keep us safe. He had taken the weight of an old nightmare and decided to end it once and for all. That was who he was, the man who carried storms inside him yet still made space for me. But even as I pressed a kiss into his hair, even as I felt his warmth ground me, I couldn’t ignore the tension running through my own body. We deserved peace. We deserved the quiet mornings, the lazy kisses, the soft laughter that belonged only to us. Yet I knew Jasper wasn’t finished, and my heart thudded with the kn

Noah’s POV The sound of the train pulling into the station was the only thing grounding me as Adrian and I stepped onto the platform in Milan. We had been moving for days, slipping from one country to another, never staying too long in one place, always wearing new faces, new names. Our passports bore identities I barely recognized when I opened them. I was Marcus Hale today, a businessman with a vague cover story. Adrian was Matthew Pierce, my partner in every sense, though no border guard would ever guess the truth in the way his hand sometimes brushed mine when we walked too close together, or in the way his eyes found mine when tension in the air became unbearable. We were in Europe now, chasing whispers of Jasper’s movements. He was smart, too smart, and each time we thought we had him cornered, he slipped out of sight. But this was the closest we had been, the sharpest lead yet. The trail smelled of him, of his arrogance, and it pulled me deeper into the hunt. The city was al

Jasper's POV The underground air still pulsed with the thrum of fists on flesh, roars of gamblers, and the metallic stink of sweat mixed with blood. From the shadows where I stood, unseen, I drank in the chaos like wine. This place was mine, carved from the marrow of desperation, a cage where men laid their pride bare and fought for coins they would spend before dawn. Every scream, every broken bone, every drop of blood belonged to me. It was my orchestra, and I was the conductor. But tonight wasn’t about the fighters who spilled their rage into the ring. Tonight was about him. Noah. I watched him step into the pit, his body a coil of fury and intent, his fists ready to break whatever came before him. He thought he was clever, stepping into my world to lure me out. He thought he could bait me, the predator who had spent years studying every weakness, every fracture in his armor. The way his shoulders squared as he surveyed the crowd, the fire in his eyes, the desperate tilt of his