All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Noah's POV The room was quiet, but the silence was fragile, as if the air itself knew it was holding its breath. Adrian lay curled against me, his body trembling in small, uneven shivers. The aftermath of his whispered plea still echoed in my mind: Promise you won’t leave, no matter how bad it gets. His voice had been so broken, so raw, that it had carved into my chest like a blade. I held him tighter, my chin resting on the top of his head, his hair soft against my cheek. My arms circled his waist, trying to anchor him to me and to this moment. I wanted him to feel my heartbeat and know it would always be there, steady and constant, even when everything else seemed to fall apart. The nightmares had been relentless since we came home. Some nights he’d wake screaming, drenched in sweat, his eyes wild and searching. Other times he’d wake silently, but his breathing would tell me everything, rapid, uneven, terrified. And every time, I was there. I made sure I was there. Tonight was

Adrian's POV The weeks that followed felt like stepping into a different life. After everything Noah and I had endured, the chaos, the blood, the fear, there was something almost surreal about waking up to a quiet house and a world that didn’t seem intent on tearing us apart. The mornings became my favorite part of the day. I would wake to the soft sound of Noah breathing beside me, sunlight stretching across the sheets, warm and golden. It was a reminder that we were still here, still together, still breathing. Life had slowed down, and in that slowing, I found healing in the small things. Making breakfast together in the kitchen, arguing playfully about whether pancakes or waffles were better, taking long walks through the park where the world felt vast and calm. The nightmares didn’t disappear overnight, and there were nights I woke trembling, my mind dragging me back to memories I wished I could erase. But Noah was always there, holding me close, grounding me with his steady vo

Noah's POV The morning sun filtered through the open curtains, spilling golden light across our bedroom floor. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Adrian as he stirred beneath the blankets, his face soft and peaceful in a way that still caught me off guard. After everything we had been through, moments like this felt like fragile treasures, reminders that we had fought, bled, and survived to get here. I reached out, brushing my fingers gently over his hair, and he sighed, leaning into my touch before his eyes fluttered open. “You’re staring again,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. I smiled, my chest tightening with affection. “Maybe I like what I see.” Adrian chuckled softly, stretching before sitting up beside me. “You say that every morning.” “Because it’s true every morning,” I replied, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed me back with a slow tenderness that made me want to stay in bed all day. But there were things to do, plans to make, and dreams we had both

Adrian's POV The house felt different now, brighter somehow, as if Noah’s proposal had lit a fire inside its walls. The next morning, I woke up with his arm draped across my waist, sunlight spilling through the curtains and warming our skin. There was a soft, lazy hum in the air, like the universe itself was giving us permission to just be. Noah stirred beside me, his breath tickling the back of my neck, and for a few long, beautiful moments, we simply lay there, basking in the peace we’d fought so hard to earn. When we finally rose, the day unfolded in a blur of phone calls, laughter, and endless plans. Emily had wasted no time, already sending a stream of ideas and inspiration. By noon, she was at our doorstep, notebook in hand and determination in her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about colors,” she said the moment she stepped inside. “And flowers. And venues. Oh, and food. This wedding is going to be perfect, you’ll see.” I laughed, taking her coat and ushering her into the livin

Noah's POV The night was quiet, wrapped in a blanket of soft darkness, the stars scattered like diamonds across the sky. I sat on the balcony, my knees drawn up as I hugged them loosely, staring out at the endless stretch of night. The soft hum of the city below was distant, muted by the height of our apartment building and the calm that came with being here with Adrian. It felt surreal, thinking back to where we had started and where we were now. My life had changed in ways I never imagined possible. I remembered the nights I used to lie awake, drowning in doubts, wondering if love like ours could ever survive the storms it faced. I had been so scared back then, scared of losing him, scared of losing myself. Yet here we were, stronger, closer, more certain than ever before. Behind me, the sliding glass door opened with a quiet sound, and a rush of cool air swept past me. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Adrian. His presence had a way of announcing itself, warm and grou