All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“What kind of life did she even live back then…”Josef let out a heavy sigh and pushed the documents in front of him aside, shaking his head like he couldn’t bear to read another line.Bastien stepped forward and gathered the stack of papers from the desk. It was everything about Violet’s past—her school records, the places she’d worked, even detailed breakdowns of her wages.Her transcripts were almost blinding.Year after year, top scores in math and science. Several AP classes—Calculus, Physics, Chemistry—nearly perfect marks.With grades like that, she could’ve easily gotten into a solid university in the city. A half scholarship wouldn’t have been a stretch.And yet… she never went.Instead, she entered the workforce early.Thinking back to his earlier conversation with Lilia, Josef didn’t need more clues. Polly and Benny must’ve used “we can’t afford it” as an excuse to persuade Violet not to go to college.And with Violet’s soft heart—always thinking of others first—she would’v

Violet’s back hit the mattress, the sheets soft beneath her, his body above her. His breathing had turned uneven, hot against her skin, every exhale grazing her like a spark.The hunger in him was raw. Almost reckless.And yet—his hands still held back.“It’s okay,” she breathed. “You don’t have to be so careful.”Julian’s mouth was already at her throat, teeth grazing, lips dragging down to her collarbone. His answer came muffled against her skin, low and rough.His muscles were drawn tight, strength coiled under restraint. His hand slid up, cupping her chest, thumb brushing slow and deliberate. His eyes darkened.“Baby…” His voice dropped. “You’ve gotten fuller.”His mouth followed his hands—wherever he touched, he kissed. Slow at first. Then less controlled.Down her waist. Over the curve of her hips. His grip tightened, fingers digging in. He pulled her closer.He lowered his head, parting her thighs.The tip of the nose pressed against her, his mouth moving with a hunger that had

Allison had one hell of a night. Honestly, what more could she ask for? The guy she was about to marry was exactly her type—and they were a perfect match in bed. A hundred out of a hundred.After that night at the bar, they started seeing each other a lot more. Most of the time, Marcus was the one flying out to see her. They slipped into something that felt almost normal. Like a regular couple. No need to talk about “the future,” because the wedding date was already set.She figured she was pretty damn lucky. The man she was marrying had power, charm, and a solid reputation. They’d technically known each other for years. Sometimes she’d think back to high school, when she’d only ever watched him from a distance—the golden boy everyone crushed on. And now he was right here, holding her hand.Sometimes after dinner they’d walk through a nearby park, fingers laced together, not doing much of anything. And she’d think, yeah… this isn’t bad.But she started noticing something interesting. M

Allison hated how hormones were making her soft. Emotional. So she doubled down on work. She was in the office at 8 a.m. sharp every day—earlier than her dad.As VP of corporate strategy, her mornings were packed. Reviewing acquisition reports, going through contracts, signing off on deals, negotiating pricing structures—that was her normal.Ever since she told Marcus about the pregnancy, her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Like this morning.“Did you eat breakfast? Is your appetite okay? I had someone pick up those almond croissants you love. They’re on the way.”Not even fifteen minutes later, breakfast showed up at her office. Still hot. Apparently flown in from SoHo at some ungodly hour and delivered in a thermal container so she’d get the first fresh batch out of the oven.He’d gone from asking about her meals to planning the kid’s entire future. He cleared out one of his condos—said it was a single-level layout, no stairs, safer for a toddler learning to walk. Best preschools nearby

Allison set her phone down, but her hand wouldn’t stop shaking. She was so furious she felt it in her scalp.Her face went cold. Lips pressed tight. There was a full-on storm building in her eyes.Mary had heard enough of that call—words like “bastard” and “lie” weren’t exactly subtle. She’d been watching Allison’s face go pale, then dark.Seeing her daughter breathing fast, fists clenched white, Mary finally spoke. “Did you two fight again? Ali… he’s your husband. You need to be more patient with him.”Allison’s voice was ice. “He’s not my husband. And we’re not getting married.”“Ali, even if you’re angry, you can’t say things like that,” her mother tried again.“No. It’s over this time. I’m done. I’m so done with this constant back and forth. It’s exhausting.” Her head was still ringing, replaying Marcus’s words over and over.She felt humiliated. And pissed that he’d hung up before she could tear into him properly.Zero sperm count? Give her a break.Sperm levels fluctuate. Low co