Semua Bab The Billionaire Who Forgot His Marriage: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Adrian's Pov The rumble of the train became the only sound I could hear. It echoed in my bones, steady and constant, almost like a heartbeat. I wasn’t sure how long we had been traveling. Minutes? Hours? Time felt strange when my head still throbbed from the drugs. My vision drifted in and out, and every time it sharpened, I saw Noah’s face close to mine....worried, tired, determined.He hadn’t slept. I could tell.His arm stayed around me, holding me upright against his chest. His breath warmed my hair. His fingers traced slow circles on my back, as if reminding me I was real, still here, still his. That thought alone made a strange ache bloom in my chest. I didn’t know what we were anymore, but I felt something strong every time he touched me.“Noah…” I whispered weakly.His hand tightened around my waist. “I’m here.”“Where… are we going?” My words came out soft, slurred, but he still heard me.“To the safe house,” he murmured. “It’s outside the city. A friend of mine used to hide

NOAH’S POVAdrian’s grip on my hand tightened so hard it almost hurt, but I didn’t pull away. Nathan’s words hung in the air like poison. Adrian’s mother wanted me alive. Damian didn’t. The meaning was too clear. I felt the walls of the safehouse closing in, like the air had suddenly turned too thin.Adrian stepped forward. “Explain,” he said in a low, cold voice.Nathan wiped rain from his forehead. “There’s no time for long explanations. They’re coming with armed security. Once they take you, Noah, you won’t escape again.”My heart hammered. “Why me?”Nathan glanced at me, and I saw something strange in his eyes, regret, maybe. “Because you’re the only thing that destabilizes Adrian. Victoria wants control. Damian wants revenge. They both want you gone.”Adrian growled under his breath. “If either of them touches him.....”“They will,” Nathan cut in, “unless you leave now.”Adrian pulled me closer. “Noah, get your shoes.”I didn’t move. “We can’t just trust him.”Nathan sighed. “I d

NOAH’S POVI didn’t realize how long I had been staring at the ceiling until a thin line of morning light crept through the curtains and landed across my eyes. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together the night before—Adrian’s tense face, the quiet anger in his voice, the way everything between us seemed to be shifting without warning.For a long moment, I just lay there, listening to the faint hum of the city outside. My head felt heavy, like it was filled with thoughts I still didn’t know how to make sense of. Adrian thought he could protect everyone by carrying the weight alone, but I knew better. Secrets didn’t protect anyone for long. They exploded. They twisted things. They changed people.I pushed myself up from the bed, rubbing my face with my palms and exhaling slowly. Today wasn’t going to be any easier. Something in my chest tightened as I remembered the way Adrian looked at me before he left—like he wanted to trust me but didn’t know how.I swung my legs off the bed and

Noah's Pov I could feel Adrian leaning against me, his body trembling, weak from the drugs and exhaustion. Every step I took hurt, but I couldn’t stop. Not for a second. Not even to catch my breath. Not while Victoria’s men were out there, still hunting, still coming for us.“Almost there,” I whispered, though I wasn’t entirely sure where “there” was. My mind raced, thinking of every possible safe place, every abandoned street, every dark corner we could slip into. We needed somewhere to rest, somewhere we could breathe without fear for even a few minutes.Adrian’s hand tightened around mine. “Noah… I can’t—”“Yes, you can,” I said, pressing my lips briefly to the top of his head. “I’ve got you. Just lean on me. That’s all you have to do.”His breath was shallow, rattling in his chest. I could feel the panic in him, the fear of the chase, the terror of knowing his own mother wanted to hurt him. And yet… he trusted me enough to keep moving. That thought should have made me stronger, b

NOAH’S POV “Adrian… lean on me,” I whispered, adjusting my grip on him as we moved deeper between the rusted freight cars. His steps were slow, unsteady, each one making my heart ache. He was trying so hard to stay awake, to stay conscious, to stay with me. “Just a little more. We’re almost hidden.”His fingers curled weakly into my jacket. “I’m… trying,” he murmured, breath shaky. “Everything feels… heavy.”I sat him down behind a thick metal crate and crouched in front of him, brushing his damp hair off his forehead. The drugs Victoria gave him were still working through his system. His pupils were uneven, and he kept blinking like the world was tilting around him.“I know it feels awful,” I said softly. “I’m right here. You’re safe right now. Just breathe with me.”Adrian’s breathing steadied a little as he stared at me with wide, frightened eyes. He looked younger like this—vulnerable, unsure, nothing like the powerful CEO he used to be. And yet, he was the bravest person I had