All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ariana pressed her back against the cold wall of the hallway, trying to steady her breathing. Her heels clicked unevenly on the polished floor as she adjusted the stack of files in her arms, though her hands still shook. Each paper felt heavier than it should, as if her nerves had transferred weight to them. She closed her eyes, willing her heart to slow, willing her mind to calm. But the memory of his lips, the brush of his hand against hers, the way he’d moved with such deliberate intimacy—it refused to fade. A shiver ran down her spine, and she hugged herself tighter, reminding herself that she was not supposed to want this. Not here. Not with Ethan. From the corner of her eye, the office lights flickered faintly, casting long shadows down the hall. Every echo of a passing footstep made her tense, every distant hum of a printer a sharp reminder that she was still in a professional space. She could almost hear him behind that closed office door, watching, waiting. And somehow, tha

The door clicked shut, and Ethan stood there staring at it like it had stolen something from him. Maybe it had—because the second Ariana slipped out, the room felt wrong. Too big. Too quiet. Too cold.He dragged a hand through his hair and let out a breath that sounded more like a confession than a sigh.She’d run.Of course, she had.He moved back to his chair but didn’t sit. His fingers brushed the scattered files she’d brought in—her handwriting on sticky notes, the faint crease where her thumb had pressed too hard. Little marks of her are everywhere. They treated him more harshly than they should have.He finally sank into the chair, elbows on the desk, head bowed. He could still feel the moment—her mouth brushing his, her breath catching, that heartbeat-long hesitation before everything snapped. Too fast. Too much. Too real.He squeezed his eyes shut.“Ariana…”Her name tasted strange on his tongue. Soft. Dangerous. It was as if saying it made something shift inside him.He tried

The apartment smelled faintly of baby lotion and spilled formula. Aria’s heels were long gone, tossed somewhere in the hallway, and her blazer hung over the back of a chair, wrinkled and forgotten. In her arms, Lila fussed, tiny fists clenching at her chest, while Evan crawled toward the couch with a squeal, dragging Alex behind him, both babies giggling in a way that made Aria’s heart simultaneously ache and ache for patience.“Mommy! Mommy!” Lila wailed, and Aria bounced her gently, trying to soothe her while keeping an eye on the other two.“Evan! No, don’t—” She lunged, scooping up Alex before he toppled into the pile of toys, but as she did, Evan crawled faster, tripping over a stray blanket.Her chest tightened. The three little ones were a storm she had willingly welcomed into her life, but some days, like today, the chaos felt relentless. She set Alex down on the floor with a soft coo and rubbed her face.And then came the knock.Her heart skipped. She wasn’t expecting anyone

The day had stretched her thin. Aria’s heels clicked against the apartment floor as she pushed the stroller inside, the triplets babbling and kicking their tiny feet in chaotic harmony. Lila reached for the straps, Evan squealed every time Aria tried to buckle him in, and Alex—determined to escape—wiggled furiously against his seat. She exhaled, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. “Okay… okay… everyone just… settle for one second,” she said, juggling bags and babies like a circus act gone wrong. Her voice trembled, half-laughing, half-exhausted. A familiar laugh cut through the chaos. “You know… I could help,” Joe said, appearing in the doorway like he had a sixth sense for disaster. Aria blinked, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the tension in her chest. “Joe. You didn’t—” “I saw the texts from Mrs. Grace,” he said with a grin, stepping inside. “And… I couldn’t resist the chaos.” She couldn’t help it. She laughed, sharp and breathless. “Chaos is an understatement. I might n

Ariana’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she approached Ethan’s office. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighted with anticipation, fear, and the memory of that kiss—the one they’d shared but never acknowledged. Her stomach twisted; her palms were clammy, even as she reminded herself she had to be professional. “Come in,” Ethan’s voice called softly, calm, deliberate. Her heart stumbled. She stepped inside, eyes flicking to him. He was leaning against his desk, arms crossed loosely, but the intensity in his gaze made the air between them feel suffocating. “I… you wanted to see me?” she asked, voice small, careful. “Yes,” he said, tilting his head, watching her every micro-movement. “Sit.” Ariana hesitated. She wanted to back away, to run, to pretend nothing had happened. But something magnetic held her in place. She lowered herself into the chair across from him, hands folded tightly in her lap. “I—uh…” Her words faltered. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he