All Chapters of HIDDEN FLAMES: A Billionaire's Secret Love Game : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"You wanted to talk, so talk," I said, folding my arms as I stared at Adrian across the café table. My voice was calm, but I could feel the storm brewing inside me, an undercurrent of anger and hurt I hadn't fully processed until now. The same old café, the same polished wooden table we’d shared countless cups of coffee over the years. The familiarity of the setting only made the distance between us feel wider. The scent of fresh coffee and baked goods hung in the air, but it couldn't mask the tension between us.Adrian shifted in his seat, avoiding my gaze. For someone who always seemed so composed, so perfect in control, he looked… unsure. Vulnerable, even. It caught me off guard. This wasn’t the confident CEO I was used to seeing—the man who never second-guessed himself, who always had the world at his feet. It was hard to reconcile the man sitting across from me with the one I had once known so intimately.He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture I remembered all too well. It was

I stared out at the horizon from my small porch, the cool breeze brushing against my face. The early evening sky was streaked with soft purples and oranges, a serene canvas that should’ve quieted the storm in my head. The picturesque town I had escaped to offered serenity and calm, but my mind was anything but peaceful. My thoughts were loud, chaotic, and relentless. The question I kept circling back to was one I didn’t want to answer: Was my heart big enough to let Adrian back in, or was it time to move forward with someone new?The town was quiet tonight, with only the distant hum of crickets breaking the silence. It was the kind of place where people waved at strangers, where everything felt slower, simpler, safer. I had come here hoping the stillness would drown out the noise in my heart, but all it had done was give me more space to think—and overthink.I pulled my cardigan tighter around me as the breeze picked up. My thoughts drifted to Ethan. Ethan was everything I thought I n

I had finally settled into the rhythm of my new life—a quiet, peaceful existence in the small town where no one knew me, and I could just breathe. The hum of simplicity was a comfort, a break from the chaos I had left behind. The town was small enough to feel like home, and yet far enough from the past that it didn’t haunt me every step I took.The morning had been uneventful, filled with small tasks and a hot cup of coffee as I sat by the window, watching the world move at its own pace. The air outside smelled of fresh rain, and the sky, though gray, had a softness to it that calmed the tension in my shoulders. I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this was where I was meant to be.But then came the phone call from Claire, shattering that calm.“Have you checked the news today?” she asked, her voice light but tinged with an undertone of urgency.I didn’t even think about it for a second before shaking my head. “No, why?”There was a pause on the other end of the line, as if

"I just need more time," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the soft hum of the evening breeze. The cobblestone path beneath my feet felt uneven, mirroring the turmoil inside me.Ethan stood a few feet away, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. For a moment, he didn’t move, as if my words had physically rooted him to the spot.His lips parted slightly, and I could see him struggling with what to say. Finally, he nodded, the motion stiff and hesitant. “Take all the time you need, Mia,” he said softly, his voice steady, though I could see the strain in the set of his jaw. His eyes, usually so warm and open, looked guarded now, as though he was bracing himself for an inevitable blow.“Ethan…” I began, my voice faltering.He raised a hand, stopping me. “No, it’s okay. You don’t owe me an explanation right now. I just—” He hesitated, taking a step closer, his boots crunching against the cobblestones. “I just hope you know how much you mean to me.”The since

The crisp evening air carried the faint scent of pine as I paced nervously in my small living room. Tonight was the night I would make my choice, and the weight of it pressed down on me with every passing second. I’d spent days in turmoil, analyzing every moment, every feeling, every word exchanged with both Adrian and Ethan. My heart had been pulled in two directions, and now, it was time to decide.The faint ticking of the wall clock seemed louder than ever, each second an unbearable reminder of the decision looming before me. I glanced at the coffee table where my phone sat, taunting me with its silence. The memories of the past few weeks flooded my mind—Ethan’s gentle smile, Adrian’s smoldering gaze, and the countless moments that had torn my heart apart.Finally, my phone buzzed, shattering the silence. My breath hitched as I reached for it, my hands trembling. It was a text from Ethan.Ethan: “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”His words were simple, but the weight behind them wa