All Chapters of A Billionaire’s Hidden Affection : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Christopher’s words hung in the air like a thunderclap, the silence between us suffocating. “I’m here to take you back.” The world tilted, the weight of his presence dragging me into memories I had buried long ago. My throat tightened, but before I could speak, Maximilian stepped forward, his body shielding mine. “She’s not going anywhere with you,” Maximilian said, his voice icy and firm, every syllable laced with warning. Christopher smirked, his gaze drifting lazily over Maximilian before settling on me. “I don’t recall asking for your permission, Grey. Eliza knows why I’m here.” His words sent a chill racing down my spine. I took a step back, but Maximilian’s hand shot out, anchoring me. “Eliza,” Maximilian demanded, his voice low but urgent, “what is he talking about?” I swallowed hard, my chest constricting. “Christopher, you shouldn’t be here.” My voice was shaky, my mind spinning. “Whatever you think we had—whatever this is—it’s over. It’s been over.” “Oh, Eliz

I could feel the tension in the room like a thick fog, a heavy presence that pressed against my chest and made it hard to breathe. Maximilian’s eyes were dark, and distant, as if he were staring into a place only he could see. His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles in his neck strained. He was struggling—struggling in a way I had never seen before.I had never thought much about how someone like Maximilian might carry his past, how it might affect him in ways I couldn’t understand. He was always in control, always calm and composed. But now, I could see it, the cracks, the rawness beneath that impenetrable exterior.“I never asked for this,” he said softly, his voice low, almost broken.I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to fix him or if he even wanted to be fixed. But the sight of him, unraveling like this, made something inside of me stir. He had been there for me when I needed him, when my world was falling apart when everything seemed like it was slipping through my fin

I could feel the storm brewing before Maximilian even stepped into the room. His presence filled the space before he did, and when his sharp gaze found mine, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. His jaw was tense, his normally perfect suit slightly wrinkled, as though he'd been running his hand through his hair in frustration—a rare crack in his usual facade. “Eliza.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “We need to talk.” I straightened in my chair, setting down the book I’d been pretending to read. My pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the weight of whatever was about to be said. Maximilian didn’t ask to talk unless it was serious. “Is something wrong?” I asked cautiously, folding my hands in my lap to keep them from shaking. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room and stood by the window, staring out into the city skyline. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. “I made a mistake,” he said finally, his tone clipped,

The car was eerily silent as we drove through the city, the soft hum of the engine the only sound between us. Maximilian sat beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly that I thought it might shatter. His fingers gripped the steering wheel as if it were his last tether to reality. The storm brewing inside him was palpable, and I could feel its weight pressing against my chest. I should have been afraid, but I wasn’t. I was furious. Furious that this man, who had the world at his feet, could let his past hold such power over him. “You’re going to have to talk to me eventually,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice was softer than I intended, almost a whisper. He didn’t look at me. “There’s nothing to say.” “Maximilian, you can’t just shut me out. Not now. Not when everything is falling apart.” Finally, his eyes flicked toward me, cold and piercing. “Everything isn’t falling apart, Eliza. I’ve handled it worse than this. I’ll handle it now.” I crossed my arms and leaned back i

It feels surreal, this moment. Almost like I’m dreaming, floating somewhere between the past and the future, unsure of which way to look. My heart is racing, my breath shallow, as I stand beside Maximilian—my husband, my partner, my equal.A year ago, I never could have imagined that I’d be here, in this place, with him. A year ago, I was nothing more than a desperate woman clinging to the hope that a marriage to a billionaire might offer me an escape, a way out of the suffocating life I was living. Now, I’m standing at the precipice of something I never thought possible—love. A love that was hidden beneath layers of coldness and business transactions, buried under the weight of pain and distrust.But now, everything has changed. It’s no longer just about survival. It’s no longer just about fulfilling the promises we made to each other at the altar. It’s about the future, the one we can build together. “I’m not going anywhere, Eliza.” Maximilian’s voice is steady, and firm. I hear th