Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Carmela sat motionless in the cold, sterile hospital waiting room, her fingers twisting the fabric of her bloodstained dress. The world around her had lost its color, reduced to dull shades of white and gray, as if reality itself had dimmed with Damion’s absence. The sounds of nurses moving in the distance, the beeping of machines, the faint murmur of conversations—it all felt distant.Like she wasn’t really there.Like none of this was real.The only thing grounding her was the ache in her chest, a deep, unbearable pain that made every breath feel like a punishment.Damion was gone.Dead.The words echoed in her mind, over and over, refusing to settle, refusing to make sense.Then, a rush of footsteps broke through the fog.Before she could react, arms wrapped around her. The familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine filled her nose as Lily clutched her tightly, her body trembling.“Carmela!” Lily’s voice cracked as she pulled back just enough to look at her face. “Oh my God—I came as fa

The soft hum of the machines filled the dimly lit room. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors echoed in the silence, the only sign that Damion Blackwood was still alive.Lucas sat in a chair beside the hospital bed, his fingers tapping impatiently against his knee. His eyes flickered to the man lying unconscious before him, the faint rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable beneath the thick bandages wrapped around his torso.He was alive.Barely.But that was the plan, wasn’t it?To the rest of the world, Damion Blackwood was dead.To Adrian, to Elena, to Carmela… he no longer existed.Lucas exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. You better wake up soon, man. You have a war to fight.His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.Leonard.His grip tightened around the device as he answered. “Tell me you didn’t screw this up.”Leonard’s voice was sharp. “We have a problem.”Lucas sat up straighter. “What kind of problem?”A pause.Then—“Carmela knows.”Silence.Lucas’s jaw cl

The silence between them stretched as the weight of Lucas’s words settled deep in Carmela’s chest.“I made a promise to Damion. To protect you.”Carmela stared at him, her mind tangled in a storm of emotions.She wanted to believe him.She wanted to believe that he was on her side, that he truly meant to keep her safe.But after everything—after the lies, the deception, the secrets—how could she trust anyone?Lucas watched her carefully, his fingers lightly tapping against the table, a subtle sign of his own frustration.“You’re thinking too much,” he muttered.Carmela exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the table. “How am I supposed to not think? Everything I knew—everything I believed—it was all a lie.”Lucas rubbed a hand down his face. “I know.”She let out a bitter laugh. “Do you? Do you really?”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything.The waitress came by with Lucas’s coffee, placing it gently on the table before giving Carmela a questioning look.“I’m fine,” Carmela sa

The grand office building of Blackwood Enterprises towered against the morning sky, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the city below. The very name once symbolized power and legacy, a dynasty built over decades—first by Adrian and Damion’s father, then by Damion himself.Now, it belonged to Adrian Blackwood.He had taken control, claimed the title of CEO, and sat at the head of the table where his brother once ruled.And today, Carmela was about to shake that throne.Inside the CompanyThe tension in the boardroom was thick, an unspoken pressure filling the air as the senior members of the company gathered for their morning briefing. Adrian had yet to arrive, but the discussion had already begun.At the center of it all—Carmela.She had walked into the room unannounced, her presence alone demanding attention. She hadn’t stepped foot in the company since her marriage to Damion. Back then, she had only come in support of her husband, never for business. But today was different.Today,

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the silent hospital room, its steady pulse marking the fragile line between life and death.Lucas sat in the chair beside the bed, his elbow propped on the armrest, fingers pressed against his temple. His eyes were bloodshot, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration clouding his face.It had been days.Days of sitting in this hospital room, waiting.Waiting for something—a sign, a movement, anything to prove that Damion Blackwood was still in there, still fighting.And then—A sharp gasp shattered the silence.Lucas’s head snapped up.The body that had been lying still for so long suddenly tensed, Damion’s chest rising in a shaky breath. His fingers twitched, the muscles in his arms flexing weakly as if testing their strength.Then, with a slow, agonizing effort, his eyelids fluttered open.Lucas shot up from his chair.“Damion?”Damion’s eyes were unfocused, disoriented, as if the world around him wasn’t quite real. His breathing was un