All Chapters of A Billionaire’s Hidden Affection : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Maximilian’s sharp blue eyes met mine across the room. There was a charged silence between us, thick with unspoken fears and fragile hope. We'd agreed to try again—whatever "again" meant for us—but the cracks in our foundation were still jagged and raw. And I couldn't ignore them any longer.He finally spoke, his voice low but resolute. “Eliza, I’m not pretending. Are you?”I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the question. “I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like we’re just dancing around the truth.” I took a shaky breath. “But I want this to work. I need it to work.”Maximilian crossed the room, his movements purposeful. “Then we make it work. No games. No lies.”His sudden determination caught me off guard. “It’s not that simple.”“I know it’s not simple, but I’m not walking away. Are you?” His gaze was intense, challenging me.I shook my head. “No.”He exhaled, as though he’d been holding his breath. “Good. Because I can’t lose you, Eliza.” His words were raw, stripped of the usu

Maximilian stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense and rigid. The city lights flickered behind him like a restless heartbeat. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers knotting together as silence pressed heavily between us. The words he had spoken moments ago still echoed in my ears—words that left cracks in the fragile foundation we were trying to build.“You don’t understand, Eliza,” he had said. “If I tell you everything, I may lose you forever.”Now, here we were, caught in a moment that demanded courage neither of us was sure we possessed.“Maximilian,” I said softly, breaking the suffocating quiet. “You have to give me more than this. You can’t just throw a statement like that and expect me to walk away without knowing the truth.”His jaw clenched, and he turned to face me. The shadows on his face made him look harder, more formidable. But there was something raw in his eyes—fear, vulnerability, and a glimmer of guilt.“I’ve never trusted anyone enough to tell them what

Maximilian's steady breathing beside me was a rare comfort I had come to cherish. The early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting a soft glow over his usually guarded face. I traced his features with my eyes, wondering how we had come this far from a cold, transactional arrangement to something that felt... real.I reached out to brush my fingers lightly over his hand when the shrill sound of the doorbell shattered the peaceful silence. My heart skipped a beat. Who would be here so early?Maximilian's eyes flew open, sharp and alert. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice still husky from sleep as he slid out of bed."Wait—" I protested, but he was already pulling on a shirt and striding toward the door with the determined authority that never left him, even in the privacy of our home.Ignoring his command, I grabbed my robe and hurried after him, my instincts telling me that this visit was anything but ordinary.The doorbell rang again, more insistent

"Eliza, we need to talk," Maximilian said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the tension that had been suffocating us for days.I folded my arms across my chest, bracing myself. "Is this about the gala?""No," he snapped, pacing in front of the grand windows of our penthouse. "It's about us."My stomach tightened. The weight of the word us felt like an anchor dragging me down."What about us?" I managed to ask, though my voice wavered.Maximilian stopped pacing and turned to face me, his icy blue eyes filled with an intensity that made my pulse race. "This... arrangement, this marriage—" He exhaled sharply, his frustration palpable. "It’s falling apart, Eliza."I swallowed hard. "Falling apart?"He ran a hand through his dark hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. "We’ve been pretending that this can work, but it’s not that simple."My heart clenched. "So what are you saying? That you regret marrying me?"He didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at me with a mixtu

"Maximilian," I whispered, my voice trembling, "do you really think we can make this work?"He stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the city lights. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic below. Slowly, he turned to face me, his expression unreadable."I don't think," he said, his voice low but steady. "I know."I let out a shaky breath. "But what if—""No more 'what ifs,' Eliza." His eyes softened, a rare vulnerability flickering beneath the icy exterior. "We've spent too much time living in doubt. It's time we start living in certainty."I wanted to believe him, but the weight of our past hung heavily between us. "Maximilian, you've always been in control of everything—your business, your life, even this marriage. But love... love doesn't work like that. It's messy and unpredictable."He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then let's be messy together."A nervous laugh escaped me. "You? Messy? I can't picture that.""Neither could