All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Violet sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, nodding when Julian told her to wait.As she watched him walk away with Lydia, a faint unease coiled in her chest. Something about Lydia’s last glance — that smug, challenging look — made her stomach twist.After a few minutes, she decided to get up and head to the restroom. The restaurant wasn’t crowded, and the hallway leading to the washrooms was quiet and dim — anyone walking through stood out immediately.When she came out, she froze.Standing just a few feet away was him.Liam.Her ex.He didn’t look as cocky as he used to — not broke, but definitely rougher. The dark circles under his eyes and the sharp, bitter glint in them made him look almost unrecognizable. Violet instinctively took half a step back until her shoulder brushed the wall.But his gaze locked onto her and didn’t let go.Of course he came striding straight toward her, blocking her path. “What, can’t even say hi now? Guess having a rich boyfriend makes you too g

At the doorway, Violet saw Lydia already stepping inside — ignoring the staff, walking straight in as if she owned the place.Violet intercepted her halfway. “I’m sorry, Julian’s asleep. You should talk to him tomorrow.”The moment Lydia saw her, her eyes widened. “You… how—”“How what?” Violet asked evenly.Lydia’s expression tightened, her voice snapping sharp. “I mean I need to speak to Julian right now. It’s urgent. I’ll go to his room myself — don’t get in my way.”“I’m afraid that’s not happening,” Violet said flatly, tone firm as steel.“YOU—” Lydia’s face twisted with anger. “If this gets delayed, can you handle the consequences?”“Then tell me what it’s about,” Violet replied coolly.Lydia scoffed. “PLEASE. You don’t even know half of what’s going on. Julian told me himself he doesn’t tell you everything. So you’ve got no right to stick your nose in.”Violet froze for half a second, then smiled faintly. “If you think I’m unqualified, then call his assistant. If it’s really ur

Everything stopped the second his lips brushed the gauze on her neck.He couldn’t see the wound underneath, didn’t know how bad it was—but the sight of that white bandage hit him like a punch.Violet gasped, dazed by the sudden pause.Julian’s eyes were fixed on her throat. She instinctively raised a hand, covering the gauze. “I’m fine,” she whispered.His gaze lifted to her face. Their eyes met—and in the dim light, she could finally see it. His eyes were still dark with desire, but there was pain there too, conflict, like he was fighting himself just to breathe.His hands were braced on either side of her face, their noses almost touching. His Adam’s apple moved hard, again and again.And that’s when she realized—something was wrong with him.Violet’s fingers flinched away from his skin, like she’d been burned. “I’ll—uh—get you some ice water,” she said softly, testing his reaction. “Maybe it’ll help.”But Julian didn’t move. He hovered over her, frozen between pulling back and givi

Violet drifted in and out of sleep, lost somewhere between dreams and waking. When she finally blinked her eyes open, the room was still dim — just one floor lamp glowed faintly in the corner. Her throat felt painfully dry. She tried to sit up, but the second she pushed herself up, a wave of soreness rolled through her body — her limbs heavy, her thighs weak. Heat rushed to her face.She wasn’t on the couch anymore. She was in bed.Her hair slipped over her bare shoulder like silk, and even that small movement made her shiver. Red marks dotted her skin, his touch still there in every faint bruise, every breath that brushed against her neck. She ran her fingers over one of the spots — it still felt warm.Violet bit her lip, the memories from last night flooding back — Julian’s heat, wild and relentless, the fire in him almost feverish. Whatever he’d taken had hit hard; he’d wanted her again and again, until neither of them could breathe.Their bodies had moved together in waves — plea

Serena was at home getting her nails done, lounging back while two nail techs fussed over her hands.Her assistant, Rose, walked up beside her. Serena lifted her eyes, lazy as ever.“What is it?”Rose leaned in and whispered a few lines. Serena blinked once in surprise, then let out a soft laugh.“Well, that’s sudden. A family alliance wedding next week, and they just… cancel it. Cute.”She looked pleased, almost amused. Whether Marcus got married or not meant nothing to her—no benefit, no loss—just gossip.The only thing she cared about was whether she’d keep control of the shares in her hands.“So,” she asked, “anything weird happen at Julian’s place the other night?”“No.” Rose kept her voice respectful. “He had dinner with Lydia. After that, he went home like usual. A little later, Lydia went to his place, but she didn’t manage to get inside.”Serena let out a short, cold laugh.“I thought that girl had at least half a brain. Apparently she can’t even cheat properly. I literally t