All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The front door clicked, a sound so ordinary yet it sent a ripple through Aria’s chest. She was kneeling on the floor, folding tiny onesies, when she heard the familiar laughter—the kind that had always filled her life with light, even on the darkest days.“Mia!” Aria called, her voice breaking into a grin, and she leapt to her feet, forgetting the stack of clothes for a moment.“Aria!” Mia’s voice carried across the small apartment, vibrant and warm. She stepped inside, arms open, and Aria ran into them without hesitation. The embrace was tight, long, and full of everything they hadn’t said in weeks—worries, triumphs, exhaustion, relief.“I missed you,” Aria murmured into Mia’s shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her friend.“You too,” Mia whispered back, her hands holding Aria’s face, thumbs brushing the lines of fatigue around her eyes. “Look at you! You’re glowing, mama. And—oh my God—triplets? You’re… amazing.”Aria laughed softly, the sound shaky, torn between pride and the

The ride up to her apartment felt unusually long, each ding of the floors echoing in her chest. Aria clutched her bag tighter, her fingers still trembling despite her best attempts to steady them. The memory of him—the brush of his hand, the tilt of his head, the way his eyes had skimmed over her without recognition—kept replaying like a broken film reel. When the door to her apartment swung open, the quiet welcome of Mrs. Grace hit her like a balm. The older woman was perched in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred a pot of something fragrant. “Back early,” Mrs. Grace observed without looking up. Aria forced a smile. “Yeah… just finished at the office.” She kicked off her shoes and sagged against the wall, letting the day’s tension slide down her spine. “You wouldn’t believe what happened.” Mrs. Grace finally looked up, brow arched, lips curling into a knowing smile. “Try me.” Aria sank onto the sofa, elbows resting on her knees. “I… bumped into him.” Mrs. Grace froze mi

The office felt colder that morning. Not because of the air-conditioning, but because her chest hadn’t unlocked since yesterday—since the moment her manager said the name she had spent months trying to bury.Liam Voss.She had slept badly, waking in pieces, heart knocking unevenly, mind dragging her back to that moment in the hallway when she’d bumped into him… and he’d looked at her with blank, polite confusion. As if she was no one. As if their night had never existed. As if her children didn’t exist.So yes. She walked into the office already unsteady, already somewhere else inside her own head.The elevator opened with a soft ding and she stepped into the open-plan floor. Keyboards clicked. Phones buzzed. People laughed over something trivial. The ordinary rhythm of corporate life. She used to love it — the structure, the clarity, the space to breathe.But today everything felt too loud. Too sharp.She set her bag down, powered on her computer, and stared at the login screen for

Monday morning arrived with a brittle kind of sunlight, slanting through the glass panes of the conference room. Aria’s palms were slick as she smoothed the front of her blouse for what felt like the tenth time. She had been preparing for this day in her head for weeks, rehearsing every scenario, every possible question Alex might ask. And yet, the moment she stepped in, heart thudding, the papers, pens, and polished table seemed almost meaningless compared to the way her pulse clenched at the sight of him. Alex sat across from her, reviewing documents with that casual, infuriating precision that made her want to both admire and punch him. He wasn’t part of their company—he was the client, here to discuss a major business deal. And yet, with each slight tilt of his head or glance in her direction, it felt like the air itself had shifted. Mr. Keane, her manager, stood at the head of the table, looking over his notes. “Thank you for coming. Aria, you’ll be coordinating the numbe

Liam stepped out of the arrival gate into a blur of noise—rolling suitcases, airport announcements, the sharp scent of coffee. He exhaled, shoulders loosening for the first time in days. The business trip had been brutal—constant meetings, handshakes, late-night negotiations—but worth it. He’d closed the deal. His father would be pleased. The board, even more.But all of that faded the moment he saw her.Evelyn.Standing there like a scene pulled straight out of a memory he never wanted to lose—dark hair in soft waves, a fitted cream dress that made her look like the warmest thing in the cold terminal. She wasn’t looking at her phone or pretending not to wait. She was watching the door. Watching for him.And when her eyes found him, they lit up.“Liam!” She rushed forward, heels clicking sharply, and he didn’t realize how much he’d missed her until she was in his arms—warm, soft, familiar.He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. Vanilla. Home. And something sweeter—her.“Yo