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Chapter 3

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Carmela’s heart pounded as she stood frozen at the door of Damion’s office. His sharp gray eyes fixed on hers, enigmatic yet powerful. Her thoughts raced to find a reason, anything that could clarify why she was present and what she had just listened to.

“I… I apologize,” she faltered, stepping back slightly. "I was simply... about to come call you for dinner, but you looked occupied with a lot of things." She turned quickly, desperate to escape the suffocating tension that filled the room.

“How long were you standing there?” Damion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, stopping her in her tracks.

Carmela swallowed hard, keeping her back to him. “Not long,” she said weakly, her tone unconvincing even to herself.

Damion’s chair creaked as he leaned forward, his gray eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Did you hear anything?”

She paused, her shoulders tensing. She tilted her head a bit and looked at him. “I heard something about the Blake family and not knowing what will hit them,” she said cautiously.

His jaw tightened, but his face betrayed nothing else. Inside, however, his thoughts stirred. Is she hurt? Does she think I’m targeting her family? And why does it even matter to me if she is?

Quickly dismissing the thought, he scoffed. “Stop stalking me, Mrs. Blackwood. You wouldn't hear things that don't relate to you if you weren't listening in. Maybe next time, when you hear me speaking on the phone, you mind your business.”

"Right." Carmela managed a smile that failed to reflect in her eyes and stepped closer to the door. “I’ll leave you to your… plans.”

Before she could move farther, Damion stood and crossed the room in long, fluid strides. He grasped her arm softly yet assertively, his touch warm but authoritative. She faced him, her eyes wide, and he saw the slight shimmer of unshed tears. For a short instant, something within him contorted.

She was about to cry. Why does that bother him?

Yet as swiftly as the thought came to him, he dismissed it. His hold remained firm as he remarked, “Tomorrow evening, there’s a gala. You’re going with me.”

Carmela blinked in surprise. “A… gala?” she echoed. “I don’t think I’m ready for—”

“I didn’t ask if you were ready,” Damion interrupted, his tone clipped. “You’re my wife now, and appearances matter. You’ll be there.”

Her lips parted, frustration flickering across her face. “Damion, I honestly don’t believe—”

“I’m not concerned with your opinion.” He moved nearer, his imposing figure creating a shadow over her. “Let me remind you that I own you. Your opinions, your feelings, your readiness? None of it matters. You’ll be there because I said so.”

Carmela's breath caught as his words struck her, unraveling the final strands of her poise. Her chest constricted, and she sensed her feelings rising to the top. She was unable to keep it inside any longer.

“Why?” she burst out, her voice rising with raw emotion. “Why did you marry me? What do you even want from me? Is it my family’s money? Power? Revenge? What is it, Damion?”

Damion’s lips curled into a slight smirk, though his eyes remained cold. “"Is it important?" he asked calmly. “You're present at this moment, correct? That's all you have to be concerned with.”

His condescending tone was the final straw. The dam collapsed, unleashing Carmela’s frustration and sorrow like a tempest.

"I despise you!" she yelled, her hands tightening as she weakly hit his chest. "I despise you immensely!"

Damion remained unfazed as her fists struck his solid, well-built chest. His lips moved slightly, showing more amusement than irritation, as if her efforts to wound him were merely a trivial nuisance.

"You're pathetic," he whispered, his tone filled with derision.

Carmela's strikes diminished as her tears started to stream down. “Why are you so hard to deal with?” she murmured the inquiry, her voice breaking. "I believed… I believed perhaps this would be different, That you would be different. But you’re just—”

Before she could finish, Damion’s hands shot out, gripping her wrists. He nudged her away softly yet decisively until her back touched the chilly wall. Her breath was halted as he secured her hands above her head, immobilizing her.

The atmosphere was charged with excitement.

“Shhhhss…say no more,”

Damion towered above her, his body just inches away from hers. The heat of his breath touched her skin, causing her heartbeat to speed up. His gray eyes glowed with fervor as they met hers, and for an instant, time appeared to pause.

Carmela's breathing caught as his unoccupied hand reached for her face, gently pushing aside a loose strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers were unexpectedly tender, contrasting sharply with the aggressive manner in which he had held her. The quietness surrounding them was overwhelming, interrupted solely by the sound of her uneven respiration.

What could he be doing? she pondered, her thoughts racing. Was he about to… kiss her?

Her lips opened a bit while her gaze fixed on his. She was unable to turn away, unable to shift, even if she desired to. Her heart raced within her chest as his face drew nearer, the warmth of his presence engulfing her senses.

Just as his lips were close to touching hers, his phone started ringing.

The sharp sound shattered the moment, and Damion froze. Slowly, his lips curled into a smirk—a cruel, knowing expression that made Carmela’s cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Right on time,” he whispered, his tone soft and playful.

He let go of her wrists and took a step back, leaving her gasping and bewildered. Without saying anything else, he turned and walked off, taking his phone out of his pocket as if nothing occurred.

Carmela placed her hands on her chest, attempting to calm her pounding heart. Her tears had ceased, taken over by a blend of confusion, fury, and a feeling she couldn't fully understand.

What just happened?

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    The car was silent, the hum of the engine was the only sound as Carmela sat stiffly in the backseat, her hands clenched in her lap. Beside her, Damion exuded his usual air of dominance, his tailored suit immaculate and his piercing gray eyes fixed ahead.The tension between them was palpable, but neither said a word as the car glided through the city streets toward the gala.Carmela stole a glance at him. Even in silence, he was intimidatingly perfect. His defined jawline appeared capable of slicing through steel, and his dark hair was casually arranged, with one lock falling perfectly to create a nonchalant appearance. His cologne—a mix of earthy elegance—filled the car, causing her heart to race. Her gaze flicked away before he could notice her staring, though her heart refused to settle. Why did she keep looking at him? Why did he have to look like that? So hot and sexy?As the vehicle came to a halt, the whispers of reporters and photographers outside could be heard. Carmela tigh

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    Carmela's heartbeat quickened while she looked at Damion's muscular back. He stood resolutely before her, protecting her from Elena’s immature outburst. His suit, now stained with wine, clung to his shoulders, the fabric highlighting every taut muscle beneath. Her breath hitched. Why had he stepped in? Why did her heart flutter when he did? She wasn’t sure if it was gratitude, confusion, or something far more dangerous brewing in her chest. Damion turned slightly, his piercing gray eyes scanning her from head to toe. His forehead creased, and for an instant, there seemed to be something in his eyes—concern, maybe? “Are you okay?” he inquired, his tone gentler than she anticipated, nearly affectionate. Carmela parted her lips, yet the phrases didn't emerge. She merely nodded, overwhelmed by the unexpected change in his attitude. Behind him, Elena, appearing truly taken aback by Damion’s response, moved closer, her hands moving anxiously. “Damion, I had no idea you’d… I never inte

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    Carmela stepped out of the bathroom, her face still wan yet calm, with Lily next to her. The atmosphere around them felt denser, saturated with the unvoiced burden of Lily’s persistent worry and Carmela’s escalating nervousness.Before either had the chance to talk, a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a black suit emerged at the hallway's entrance. A bodyguard of Damion. His demeanor was authoritative, and his voice was strong but courteous as he spoke to her.“Ma’am, we have to leave now. Master Damion is waiting for you.”Carmela blinked, her brows furrowing. She exchanged a brief, questioning glance with Lily before responding. “Leave? But the event isn’t over yet. What’s the sudden change of plans?”The guard stayed impassive, his face lacking any expression. "I'm just obeying instructions, ma'am."Her belly twisted. Something felt off.With a forced smile, she turned back to Lily, grasping her hand gently. “I—I guess I have to go. Call me later?”Lily squeezed her hand in ret

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    Carmela’s heart raced so fiercely that it overwhelmed the quiet closing in around her. The tiny white box in Damion’s hand felt like a ticking bomb between them, with each second dragging painfully as he reached it toward her. His face remained unreadable, a perfect mask of icy control, yet the storm brewing in his steel-gray eyes betrayed him.“Use this,” he said again, his tone steady yet laden with unexpressed allegations. Carmela gazed at the pregnancy test kit, her fingers gripping the edge of the bedspread as her throat constricted. She sensed confinement, as if the spacious bedroom's walls were closing in on her. Her voice trembled. “Why… why are you giving me this?”Damion’s gaze never wavered, pinning her where she sat. His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a hard line. “You know why.”No. No, she did not. At the very least, that was what she wished to convince herself. However, beneath the surface, the anxiety eating away at her was unmistakable. Does he know?No, h

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    The tension in the mansion was suffocating. After slamming the bedroom door behind him the previous night, Damion hadn’t spoken another word to Carmela.By morning, she awoke to find his side of the bed untouched. The house was eerily quiet, the weight of his absence pressing down on her chest.In his office, however, the morning was anything but silent.Damion sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his gray eyes fixed on the city skyline beyond the towering windows. He didn’t move as his assistant, Leonard, stepped into the room with a stack of files.“Sir,” Leonard began, his voice cautious, “you asked for an update on the Blake family’s situation.”Damion’s gaze didn’t waver. For a long moment, he said nothing, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wood.“Pause everything,” he said finally, his voice low but resolute.Leonard blinked, clearly taken aback. “Pause, sir? But we’re nearly at the final stage. If we pull back now—”“I said pause,” Damion cut in, his tone sharp

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    Carmela stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking furiously against the polished floor. Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest, her mind swirling with images of Damion and Elena.She could still see them—Elena’s hand on his chest, her lips so close to his. The look in Damion’s eyes was burned into her memory.He didn’t push her away fast enough.Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She couldn’t let him see how much it hurt.Reaching the elevator, she pressed the button repeatedly, willing the doors to open faster. The polished silver reflected her trembling figure, a stark reminder of how fragile she felt compared to the cold, unyielding man she had married.As the elevator doors finally slid open, a voice behind her made her freeze.“Carmela.”Her fingers hovered over the button to close the doors, but she couldn’t bring herself to press it. She turned slowly, finding Damion standing at the end of the hallway.He looked like he’d walked straight o

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    Carmela sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her breath shallow as Damion’s words echoed through the room.“I want the truth,” he repeated, his voice sharp and unyielding. “No more lies, no more excuses. Tell me. Who’s the father?”Her chest tightened. She couldn’t look away from his piercing gray eyes, the weight of his demand pressing against her like an invisible force.“Damion, I…” she faltered, her voice barely above a whisper.He stepped closer, his broad frame towering over her. “You what?” he pressed, his tone colder now. “You’ve been hiding something, Carmela, and I will find out. So tell me—how far along are you?”Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white. The truth teetered on the edge of her lips, but fear kept it locked inside.“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I—I don’t know how to explain—”“I don’t need explanations,” he snapped, cutting her off. “I need facts. If you’re carrying my child, I deserve to know. And if you’re not…” His ja

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  • My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me   Chapter 165

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  • My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me   Chapter 164

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    Isabelle’s POV The morning sun spilled through the curtains, filling my bedroom with warmth. It should have been comforting, but instead, it felt like a spotlight, exposing the chaos of my thoughts. After the storm Damion had stirred last night, I couldn’t shake the unease clinging to me. His words, his presence—they lingered like smoke in the air, impossible to ignore. I sat at the breakfast table with Nathan, his cheerful humming a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. He munched on a piece of toast, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “can we go to the park today?” I forced a smile, brushing his curls back affectionately. “We’ll see, sweetheart. Mommy has some work to do first, okay?” He nodded, happily returning to his breakfast. Watching him, I felt a pang of guilt. I’d dragged him back to this city, thinking I could keep my past buried, but it was all unraveling. And now Damion was here, threatening to uncover secrets that c

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