All Chapters of The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

104 Chapters

Maci | Tattoo Therapy

Oh my god, I made it.Home. After a day that felt like it might stretch into eternity, I didn't think I'd actually get here. The door clicks shut behind me, and I drop my bag onto the kitchen counter with a stretch and a sigh. The dull thud echoes through the too-quiet apartment, breaking the silence but not the tension.Trouble winds around my legs, he's apparently been waiting all day to console me. His purring fills the air, a low, soothing vibration that I don't deserve right now. I reach down to scratch behind his ears, my fingers on autopilot while my mind shreds itself apart with half-formed thoughts.I threw the grocery store plan out the window. Wandering through aisles of fluorescent-lit choices tonight, no it felt too much. Too many decisions, too much noise, too many people existing around me while I feel like I'm barely holding myself together.Just the idea made me feel even more sick. So back home it was, and now let's stare into the fridge to manifest something edible.

Maci | Giving In

I stare at the notification, my pulse thundering as I read it.'What are the dreams about?'Straight to the point. Typical Thorne. The guy wouldn't know subtlety if it bit him.Do I tell him the truth? Do I let him into this swirling, chaotic mess that's been living rent free in my head for days? Hesitation claws at me, but the truth feels too heavy to keep holding onto alone. If anyone can make sense of it, it's got to be him. I want it to be him.I type, the words tumbling out.'I've been having this dream, every night since you left. It's always the same. My dad is there, handing me a dagger with this weird symbol on it. He's saying things about you, that you need protection as much as I do. And then you're there too, but you're far away, shouting at me, but I can't hear what you're saying. You look scared. The thing is, my dad's been dead a long time, and I always know I'm dreaming but can't wake up.'I stop, staring at the text, this is so fucking embarrassing. My thumb hovers ov

Maci | Delivery

My street is dead quiet, the fading glow of the setting sun stretching long shadows across the pavement. It's felt like Thursday for five days straight at this point.My bag hangs off one shoulder, heavy with all the crap I should've dealt with at work but didn't. Because focusing is impossible when Thorne is a walking, talking mind-fuck, and some cryptic asshole is texting me about mates and time. Human. Seriously, who even talks like that?Luke text me earlier, which I wasn't expecting to send me into yet another existential spiral, but here we are. He seems sweet, excited about meeting up.I don't know how to feel. I told him we could meet tomorrow, mostly because the idea of disappointing someone else right now makes my stomach churn in that really special way.I round the corner, my building coming into view, and spot a man loitering at my doorstep. Tall, black jacket, screams secret agent or worse, door-to-door sales guy. He's holding a parcel.Wrong door my guy, I don't do onli

Maci | One Day

My hands shake, vision blurring again.He sees me. He really sees me.The tears come again, slower this time, a quiet ache that spreads through me as I clutch the phone to my chest. He's impossible. Infuriating. And so completely unlike anyone I've ever known.And I don't know how the hell to deal with that.I sit on the floor, surrounded by the chaos of grocery bags and the discarded phone packaging, until time becomes meaningless. My hands rest limply in my lap, my heart pounding loud enough to drown out the silence. I don't move. I can't. The weight of everything pins me here, the air too thick to push through, conspiring to keep me rooted.The pull between us, the one I've been clawing and kicking against since the day I met him, presses heavy against my ribs. But the sharpness is gone. It's softer now, warmer. Curling around me like an embrace, solid and certain in a way I didn't realise I craved until this moment, sitting alone on the cold hardwood floor.Trouble brushes against

Maci | Lazy Breakfast

Morning light filters through the thin curtains warming my face and pulling me into consciousness.For the first time in days, I feel OK, the weight that's been taking up all the space in my chest has shifted, just enough to let me take a full breath. Small victories.I'm willing a great day into existence today.I toss the duvet aside and shuffle into the kitchen, Trouble already at my heels, winding between my legs and purring, trying to earn breakfast points."Alright, you needy little gremlin," I mutter, grabbing his food and filling his bowl.He lets out a pleased chirp before diving in, his tail swishing powered by pure joy. At least someone's thriving.Pulling open the fridge door, I am not met by my usual sad empty shelves. This morning the groceries from Thorne are all perfectly organised, a glossy Pinterest post come to life. Fresh bagels, cream cheese, ripe avocados, glistening berries, and a bottle of cold brew coffee so fancy I bet it costs more than my weekly rent."Don'

Maci | What Does Trouble Know?

My brain stutters to a halt.Christ his tongue, the way his lips press against the rim, the casual, effortless claim of something that was mine a second ago, it's ridiculous how much it affects me."I could've made you your own," I manage, though my voice is barely there.Did we just kinda kiss by proxy?"This works," he replies, his tone low, each word a soft command.A shiver runs down my spine, and I can't decide if I want to slap him because I'm still pissed or slap him for something else entirely.I blink, trying to piece together a single coherent thought. "So, uh, what brings you here?"He sets the mug down, leaning against the counter with a kind of relaxed confidence that screams he belongs here."I've got some free time today," he says, his eyes still locked on mine. "Thought I'd see if you wanted company for your shopping trip. Unless you'd rather go alone?""Company?" I echo, my brain-to-mouth filter is broken. "You want to go shopping?"He shrugs, and somehow even that si

Maci | New Clothes Disaster

This seat is so plush I might dissolve into it.Everything about Thorne's G-Wagon screams 'rich', from the butter-soft leather, to the way the engine hums so quietly. I've seen cars like this before, usually on influencer accounts. But sitting in one? Totally different."You always drive around in something this subtle?" I ask, running my fingers over the armrest stitching. Even the thread is perfect, like him.Thorne's eyes flick to me, his lips curving into that almost-smile. "You'd prefer something flashier?"I snort, leaning back into the seat. "Oh no, this is perfect. Very understated. Really gives off that low-key billionaire vibe."The laugh that rumbles out of him is low and warm. It rolls through the cabin like velvet, and I want to bottle the sound and keep it for later.I turn toward the window, hoping the blur of passing buildings will distract me from the warmth spreading through my chest.By the time we pull into the city centre, I've rebuilt some of my resolve. I'm read

Maci | Lunch

The warmth from inside spills over me, and for the first time since that cursed first shop, I let myself smile."Fine," I mutter, stepping through the door after him. "But if this is some bougie overpriced place, you're paying."The laugh that rumbles out of him as he follows me inside is low and unhurried. I love that sound.The smell hits me first, warm, rich, and savoury, love cooking in a pot all day just for me. My stomach growls embarrassingly loud, and I slap a hand over it, my face heating.Thorne says nothing, but the corner of his mouth tugs upward."Mio figlio!" The exclamation bursts through the cosy little space, warm and brimming with affection.A tiny woman with silver hair, a floral apron, and a smile that could melt glaciers waddles out from behind the counter, her arms already reaching for Thorne.He leans down, letting her pull him into a hug that somehow looks delicate and all-encompassing."Buongiorno, Signora Rossi," he says, his voice dropping into this smooth,

Maci | Let's Play A Game

Thorne turns to me, his expression unreadable but lighter than I've seen all day. "Ready?"I nod, the warmth of the meal still lingering. "Ready."We start walking, easily falling into step in a weird 'us' bubble."What's your favourite colour?"OK, that's out of left field. "What?""Your favourite colour?" he repeats, deadpan, though there's a flicker of amusement in his eyes.A laugh bubbles up in my throat. "Black.""Predictable," he replies, his lips twitching into that slow, dangerous smirk that makes my stomach flutter. He motions to himself with a wave of his hand, clad in, surprise, surprise, all black. "Same.""Shocking," I shoot back, grinning. "Favourite movie?"He groans, like I've asked him to solve world hunger. "I can't pick one. Don't make me.""Ohhhh, you're one of those." I tease, giving his arm a nudge with my elbow. "Fine. Favourite genre then?"He looks genuinely conflicted and I am keeping a laugh in so I don't break his concentration. "You're cruel," he mutter

Maci | Black Card

His grip isn't tight, just… there. His fingers press lightly against the hollow of my neck, right over my pulse."Even our pulses are in sync." he says quietly, more to himself than to me.My heart is thundering under his touch. He holds it there for a few seconds, his thumb brushing faintly against my skin, and I swear I feel the weight of this moment settle into my bones.With a slow shake of his head, he pulls his hand back. It's reluctant, he doesn't want to break the connection. His fingers hovers for a beat before he lets it fall to his side."Let's go," he says, his voice more controlled. He forces a smile and gestures down the street. "It's not far."I don't move. My feet are rooted to the ground, stepping away will shatter something fragile and sacred. I swear I feel it, my entire soul shifting a fraction, tilting closer to him. Physically, I haven't moved, but something inside me has taken a step forward, irrevocably closer to Thorne."What's happening?" My words are breathy

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