All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Two days later, Serena used some random excuse about “checking in on them” and showed up at their apartment.Violet opened the door. The surprise flickered across her face for a moment, but she still offered a polite smile and stepped aside to let Serena in.Serena arched a brow—she hated how this place wasn’t hers. Well, technically it should’ve been. It used to belong to her husband. After he died, she figured it would default back to her, but he'd already signed the papers long ago—this apartment was Julian’s eighteenth-birthday gift. And when he passed, Julian was only one month away from turning eighteen. Serena had known nothing about it until the property transferred over. By then, it was too late for her to co

Violet woke thinking she’d dreamed everything. Her skin was completely dry, untouched—yet the memory of last night felt too real, too vivid. Her heartbeat kicked up for no reason, replaying every blurred, intimate moment with Julian until she yanked the blanket over her head in embarrassment.A second later, the blanket was pulled down. She blinked into Julian’s face, eyes wide. “W-weren’t you supposed to leave early?”“Plans got pushed back,” he said casually. He brushed his fingers over her cheek, then stepped away to grab his clothes. “But we should get moving.”She watched his back—cold, distant—and something in her tightened. He only felt real, warm, human at night when he touched her. The moment the sun came up, he put the mask back on, neat and precise, like flipping a switch. It was jarring… and it stung more than she wanted to admit.And now she noticed something else: he never turned the lights on until after he had a shirt on. His chest was open, but his back… last night, w

Edward got back in the car with a head full of questions. As they drove up a narrow hill road with no other cars around, he finally couldn’t hold it in. “Since when are you the friendly type, Josef?”He wasn’t misremembering. This was the same old man who never had patience for strangers—and who’d even complained that his new apprentice was probably useless. Yet somehow, after bumping into Violet by accident at the pastry shop, the two of them clicked instantly. Josef even pulled Violet into the back seat with him, leaving Edward alone up front like the hired driver.Their conversation in the back got interrupted, and Josef shot Edward a glare. “Eyes on the road.”Edward raised a brow, then turned forward again with a quiet laugh. He wasn’t offended—not even a little. Josef had always talked like this. But seeing the old man’s face soften into that rare, warm smile whenever he spoke to Violet in the rearview mirror… that was new. And honestly? Pretty funny.They’d switched from Engli

Josef couldn’t even bring himself to look at them. He let go of the door and strode straight through the workshop toward the back of the house, into the kitchen. With a curt flick of his hand, he signaled Violet to follow.Laurent, of course, wasn’t having a stomach ache. It was simply the excuse Claire came up with so the three of them could get inside Josef’s home. But Laurent understood perfectly; taking the hint, he slipped into the bathroom to play along.While he hid in there, Matteo wandered around, bored out of his skull. His eyes drifted briefly over the assortment of parts displayed in the front glass cabinet, then moved on—he’d been here so many times, yet he had never bothered to actually look at anything inside. Claire stepped up beside him and murmured, “DON’T forget why we’re here.”“I know, I know. Get Grandpa back in a good mood. I get it,” Matteo replied, utterly careless.Claire frowned. “I’m serious. This isn’t only about your father’s future—it’s about yours too.

By eight-thirty the next morning, a half-asleep Matteo was dragged out of the hotel room by his mother. “Mom, it’s way too early. Why are you waking me up?” He squinted against the light.“TOO EARLY? Did you forget what your grandfather said? If you’re not at his door by nine, don’t bother showing up again,” Claire said, yanking the hood of his jacket straight. “We’re only fifteen minutes away,” Matteo muttered. “I wanted to sleep a little longer. Do you know how awful that bed is? I swear I maybe slept two hours total.”Claire snapped back, “STOP complaining. That’s the best room we could find.”The moment the hotel door opened, a brutal gust knifed down his collar and he shivered so hard he nearly gave up on the spot. “I’m out. Not going.”“Yes, you are,” Claire said flatly. “If you don’t, I’m selling your yacht. Someone already made an offer.”Matteo’s eyes flew open. “Fine. I’m going.” He grumbled under his breath, “Why am I the one doing this? Dad’s the one who needs Grandpa’s