All Chapters of HIDDEN FLAMES: A Billionaire's Secret Love Game : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“You’re kidding, right?” I stared at Adrian, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter, a small, infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.“I’m not,” he replied smoothly, holding up two tickets like they were some kind of peace offering. “It’s already booked. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”I narrowed my eyes, refusing to make this easy for him. “And you decided this all on your own?”“It’s part of our public image,” he said, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “People expect us to do couple-y things, Mia. We’re giving them what they want.”“Couple-y things?” I repeated, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Like getting on a plane with the man who just told his friend our marriage means nothing?”His smirk faded, replaced by something that almost looked like regret. “I’m trying to make it up to you,” he said quietly.“Oh, by taking me on a romantic getaway? How thoughtful.” My voice was sharp, but my chest tightened at the look in his

"I’m tired of you, Mia. Just leave." Adrian’s voice echoed through the room, cold and detached. His gray eyes, usually brimming with unspoken emotion, now held nothing but disdain. "What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I don’t want to see you anymore," he said, crossing his arms. "You’re exhausting. Just leave and stop pretending like this arrangement ever meant anything." Before I could respond, another voice joined the fray, sharp and venomous. "You heard him! Leave my son alone!" Adrian’s mother appeared out of nowhere, her face twisted in anger. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at me, her lips curling in disgust. "Do you really think you belong here? You’re nothing but a pathetic little nobody clinging to something you don’t deserve," she spat. Her words stung like a slap, but before I could defend myself, laughter erupted , harsh and mocking, filling the space around me. I turned to see my colleagues—juniors, superiors, even the interns—all staring at

“Adrian, this is ridiculous,” I muttered, shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat of his sleek black car. “You can’t just spring things on me like this!” “Relax, Mia,” Adrian said, his tone maddeningly calm. He adjusted his tie without even glancing at me. “You’ll survive. Maybe even enjoy yourself.” “Highly unlikely,” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “You haven’t even told me where we’re going.” “You’ll see.” His lips curved into that infuriating smirk he seemed to save exclusively for moments when he was deliberately trying to get under my skin. “You can’t just drag me out of the house, force me into a dress, and then not tell me what’s going on,” I said, glaring at him. Adrian glanced at me briefly, his smirk widening. “You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?” I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, “You’re impossible.” Moments later, the car came to a stop in front of an opulent building with towering columns and sparkling chandeliers visible thro

“Someone’s watching us,” Adrian muttered, his voice low but firm. His sharp gaze darted between the innocuous rose on the table and the view beyond the balcony.“Watching me,” I corrected, pacing near the couch. “And maybe next time they could skip the theatrics. A simple note would’ve sufficed.”“This isn’t a joke, Mia,” he snapped, his tone cutting. “Whoever left that rose wants to get inside your head.”“Well, congratulations to them—it’s working,” I shot back, rubbing my arms. The unease clung to me like a second skin, and I hated how much it showed.“You’re sure you don’t know who sent it?” he asked for the third time, his voice sharper than before.“For the last time, no,” I replied, exasperated. “Why would anyone leave me a rose? You’re the one with an endless parade of admirers, remember?”He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really don’t like the fact that someone's watching us.”I stood, brushing past him toward the balcony. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it n

"It’s the red rose again," I whispered, staring at the single blood-red rose lying in the middle of the shattered glass. My pulse pounded in my ears, a chill creeping up my spine. "Adrian… why do we keep seeing red roses these days? Do you think… someone’s trying to send us a message?" Adrian stepped closer, his gaze hardening as he studied the rose. "A message?" I nodded slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the ominous flower. "Yes. And whoever it is… they’re willing to go to extreme lengths. We need to be careful." Before he could respond, I noticed the unmoving figure among the broken glass. My breath hitched. "Whose… whose body is that?" Adrian moved swiftly, kneeling beside the lifeless figure. His face darkened. "It’s… our driver." "What?" I gasped, stumbling back, my heart pounding. "Our driver? Who would do this?" Adrian snapped to attention. "Someone call an ambulance! Now!" One of the security guards rushed to obey, dialing the emergency number with trembling hand