Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Carmela stared at the message, her fingers tightening around the phone.This isn’t over.The words sent a sharp chill down her spine. She forced herself to read the next line again.You should have been smarter, Carmela.Her breathing grew uneven, and she swallowed hard. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the weight of the threat settling deep in her chest.“What’s wrong?” Lily’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.Carmela hesitated before locking her phone and looking up. “It’s nothing.”Lily raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Carmela.”Carmela exhaled, placing the phone down. “I just got a message.”Lily frowned. “From who?”Carmela hesitated. “Adrian.”Lily’s entire expression shifted, her jaw clenching. “That bastard—”“I don’t want to talk about it,” Carmela interrupted, rubbing her temples. “I just—I need to go to work. I need a distraction.”Lily gave her a long, searching look before sighing. “Fine. But if anything happens, you tell me.”Carmela nodded, though deep down

Carmela walked alongside Lily, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as the cool night air pressed against her skin. The city lights flickered in the distance, but the glow felt cold, distant—just like everything else.She was hollow.The loss of her child had left an ache inside her that wouldn’t go away.“I keep thinking it was my fault,” she whispered.Lily’s steps slowed. “Carmela…”“I drank that night,” Carmela continued, her voice barely above a breath. “I should have been more careful.”Lily turned sharply, grabbing her hand. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for this.”Carmela swallowed hard, blinking against the burning in her eyes.“I just… I don’t know what to do now,” she admitted. “It feels like everything is falling apart.”Lily sighed, tightening her grip. “You’re not alone.”Carmela let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Aren’t I?” She shook her head, looking away. “Damion never wanted me. He hated me. And now…” Her throat tightened. “Now, there’s no baby tying me to him.”Lily

Flashback – Twelve Years AgoThe Blackwood estate was always filled with noise. But not the noise of joy. Not the noise of laughter. It was the noise of power. Of discipline. Of fear.Inside the grand study, two young boys stood before a massive oak desk.Damion, barely thirteen, stood rigidly, fists clenched at his sides. Adrian, two years older, stood beside him, his face blank.Their father, William Blackwood, paced behind the desk, his sharp gaze shifting between them.He finally stopped, exhaling in disappointment. “You two are weak.”Neither boy flinched.William slowly approached, his fingers brushing over a silver knife resting on the desk. “You will never inherit this empire if you continue acting like children.”Damion’s throat tightened. “We’re not children.”William smirked. “Then prove it.”He grabbed Adrian’s arm roughly and shoved him forward. Adrian stumbled but quickly straightened. William turned to Damion. “Take the knife.”Damion hesitated. William’s gaze darkened.

The car moved steadily through the dimly lit streets, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the dashboard. The tension inside the vehicle was suffocating, thick enough to drown in.Carmela sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out the window, watching the city blur past her. The night air outside was crisp, yet she felt stifled—like she was trapped in a space much too small, much too heavy with unspoken words.Damion hadn’t spoken a word since they left Adrian’s estate.Not a glance, not a breath of acknowledgment.He drove with one hand gripping the wheel, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. His jaw was clenched so tightly that Carmela was afraid it might snap if he kept grinding his teeth like that.And yet, despite his rigid silence, she could feel the storm inside him, brewing dangerously beneath the surface.She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn’t know where to start.Her heart was still po

The car was filled with the scent of heated skin, the soft hum of breathing mingling with the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows. The world outside was blurred, distant, as if it didn’t exist—only the warmth between them, only the sensation of bodies pressed close, of whispered breaths and tangled limbs.Carmela’s pulse thrummed wildly beneath her skin, every nerve in her body awake, alive, aching. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as Damion’s lips trailed along the sensitive curve of her neck, slow and deliberate, as though savoring the way she trembled beneath him.His hands were everywhere—gliding along her waist, teasing over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively, desperately.“Damion…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, breathless, wanting.His lips hovered over hers, his gray eyes dark and intense, filled with something raw, something possessive. His fingers traced down the line of