Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The bathroom was dimly lit, steam rising from the marble tub as warm water filled the air with a soft mist. The scent of fresh cedarwood and something faintly citrus—Damion’s signature scent—lingered in the space, wrapping around Carmela like an invisible touch.Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat.She hadn’t even recovered from what had happened in the car. Every inch of her body was still humming, sore in ways that made her hyper-aware of him, of them.And now, he wanted her to bathe with him?She swallowed, standing in the doorway, fingers clutching the edge of her robe. She wasn’t sure if she was nervous, shy, or simply terrified that she wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days if she let this happen.Damion stood at the sink, his shirt already discarded, his back to her. His muscles tensed as he turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature.Without looking at her, he spoke.“Come here.”Carmela’s fingers curled tighter around the fabric of her

The next morning, the tension inside Blackwood Enterprises was palpable. The air felt thick with unspoken anticipation, the kind that preceded a storm.Damion sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the boardroom, his expression unreadable, his gray eyes sharp and assessing as he observed the men seated before him. The room was filled with members of the executive board, their postures stiff, their gazes darting toward each other, avoiding his.Everyone knew what was coming.It was time for the vote.At the far end of the table, Adrian leaned back in his chair, completely at ease. He twirled a silver pen between his fingers, a small, amused smirk playing on his lips. It was a silent taunt, a declaration that this was his moment and he intended to savor every second of it.Damion’s second assistant, Victor, stood by the door, his stance rigid, his lips pressed into a thin line. He, too, knew what was about to happen, but like Damion, he gave nothing away.The chairman o

The ride back to Blackwood Estate was heavy with silence.Carmela sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her fingers curled into her lap, her pulse still erratic from what had happened. The weight of the phone in Damion’s pocket felt like a bomb waiting to detonate.She stole a glance at him.His face was unreadable, his grip on the steering wheel firm, knuckles slightly tense. But she could see the storm brewing beneath the surface. It wasn’t just anger—it was something colder. More calculated.Damion wasn’t the type to react impulsively.No, he would wait. Plan. Strike when the moment was right.And that terrified her more than if he had simply exploded in rage.She exhaled softly. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”His jaw flexed, but he didn’t look at her. “Would you?”Carmela hesitated before shaking her head. “No.”Silence stretched between them.Her mind raced with everything she had seen in that room—the bribery, the way Adrian had so casually secured his position, as if

Carmela barely registered the walls around her as she ran through the corridors of Blackwood Estate. Her vision blurred, her breath coming in uneven gasps. The weight of what she had just overheard crushed her chest like a vice.Her father.The man who had raised her. The man she had looked up to, despite his strictness. The man she had believed—hoped—was at least decent.Had been involved in the death of Damion’s mother.Her stomach twisted violently.She could still hear Damion’s voice echoing in her ears.“You let it happen.”Her fingers trembled as she gripped the banister at the base of the stairs, steadying herself. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out beneath her at any moment.She had to leave.She couldn’t stay here—not now.Turning sharply, she made her way toward the grand entrance, her mind reeling.“Carmela.”She froze.Damion’s voice was sharp, commanding, but beneath the edge was something else—something that sounded almost like concern.She squeezed her eyes sh

Carmela sat across from Lucas at a quiet rooftop café, the city lights twinkling in the distance. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying with it a sense of bittersweet nostalgia.Lucas watched her carefully, his usual playful smirk absent. He swirled the coffee in his cup, his dark eyes never leaving her face.“Alright, Carmela,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “Tell me what’s really going on.”She exhaled slowly, gripping her cup tightly. “I don’t even know where to start.”“Try,” Lucas urged, leaning slightly forward. “I’m listening.”Carmela hesitated before speaking, her voice quieter now. “I love him, Lucas.”Lucas’s hand stiffened slightly around his cup, but his expression remained unreadable. “Damion?”She nodded, her throat tightening. “I love him, but…” She swallowed hard. “He doesn’t love me.”Lucas stayed silent.Carmela let out a hollow laugh. “Or if he does, he has a terrible way of showing it.” She blinked rapidly, staring down at her coffee. “I th