บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S DIRTY SECRET: A FORBIDDEN SECOND CHANCE: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

GOOD NEWS IN THE KITCHENNOELLE'S POVRoman left for work early that morning, after I had repeatedly pushed him away from me.He kissed me goodbye at the door, told me to rest, and reminded me that food was already in the fridge if I got hungry. After the door closed, the penthouse felt quiet. Milo walked around my legs and then jumped onto the couch like he owned the place. I was happy he was here with me. Bria had called me earlier saying she was coming.I was still in my pajamas when the doorbell rang.I opened it and found Bria standing there with two big grocery bags and a bright smile.“I came to cook,” she said. “Move out of the way.”I laughed and stepped aside. “You always say that.”“Because it’s always true. Rowan doesn't feed you properly.” she said, shaking her head.She walked straight to the kitchen and started unpacking the bags. Chicken, vegetables, rice, spices, and a bottle of juice. She looked comfortable in Roman’s kitchen now, like she had cooked there many times

FULL FAMILY TABLENOELLE'S POVThe big house looked different from the last time I saw it. It also looked calmer and prettier at night.Warm lights shone through the windows and cars were already parked in the long driveway. They were all there already and we were late. Roman held my hand as we walked to the front door. He squeezed my fingers once before ringing the bell.Sylvia opened the door. She smiled when she saw us.“You came,” she said. “Both of you. Come on in. Food is ready..”Inside, the house smelled like roasted meat and fresh bread. Richard stood near the dining table. Derek was already seated. For the first time, the room did not feel heavy. It felt almost normal.They all greeted each other when they sat at the table, smiling and hugging each other.We all sat down together.Richard looked around the table slowly. His eyes moved from Sylvia, to Derek, to Roman, and then to me. He cleared his throat and then smiled, raising his glass as he stood up.“I want to say som

STAYNOELLE'S POVRoman came home later than usual. I heard the soft click of the front door, then the sound of his keys landing on the table. He loosened his tie as he walked into the living room and looked at me for a long moment. It was the kind of look that told me he had been thinking about something all day.I was on the couch with Milo curled against my side. I closed my book when I saw his face.“What is it?” I asked.Roman walked over and sat beside me. The cushion dipped under his weight. He took my hand carefully, his fingers warm around mine, like he wanted to make sure I was really listening.“I want you to move in,” he said. “Not just for a while. For real. Permanently.”I stared at him. My heart gave a small jump.“Roman…”“I know you’ve been staying here since the hospital,” he continued. His voice stayed calm, but his eyes were serious and steady. “But I don’t want this to feel temporary anymore. I want your things here. I want your clothes in the closet next to mine.

FIRST DAY BACKNOELLE'S POVI stood in front of the tall glass building with the folder still in my hands.The morning sun reflected off the windows and made me squint. A soft breeze moved past me, carrying the usual city sounds of cars and distant voices. It felt strange walking into the place I used to work as an employee, knowing that now it belonged to me. The same lobby with the same floors. The same elevators that used to take me up every morning when I was just another staff member rushing to her desk. The same morning energy of people arriving with coffee cups and bags. But everything was different. The air itself felt heavier, like it knew something important had changed.Roman had offered to come with me. He was, already dressed for the day, and said he could drive me or wait nearby if I wanted support. I told him I needed to do the first day alone. He understood right away. He only kissed my forehead, held my face gently for a second with both hands, and said, “Call me if

JUST USNOELLE'S POVRoman did not tell me where we were going.He only said, “Wear something nice. I’m taking you out.”I stood in front of the mirror and chose a soft dark green dress. It was simple but elegant. When I walked into the living room, Roman looked up from his phone and went still for a second. His eyes moved over me slowly, and then he smiled in that quiet way that always made my stomach flutter.“You look beautiful,” he said.“You’re not bad yourself,” I answered.He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark trousers. He looked calm and sure of himself, the way he always did when he was taking care of something important. Tonight something important is happenning to us.We drove through the city with the windows cracked open just enough to let the evening air in. Soft music played low in the car. Roman’s hand rested on my thigh when he was not changing gears. Every now and then he glanced at me and smiled like he still could not believe I was sittin