Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The tension still clung to Damion like a second skin as he stepped out of Adrian’s penthouse. The night air was crisp, but it did nothing to cool the simmering rage beneath his calm exterior. Adrian was playing a game—one he wasn’t fully revealing yet. And that unsettled Damion more than anything. Sliding into the backseat of his black Mercedes, he exhaled sharply before glancing at his driver. “Home,” he ordered. The car smoothly pulled away from the curb, the city lights casting fleeting reflections across the tinted windows. Damion loosened his tie slightly, his fingers brushing over his temple as he tried to piece together his brother’s true intentions. Adrian hadn’t denied anything. But he also hadn’t given him a straight answer. That meant he was waiting for something. And Damion had a feeling whatever it was—he wouldn’t like it. Meanwhile at a long distance in the night air, Carmela sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the untouched plate of food Lily had brought

Flashback – One Year AgoThe city skyline stretched endlessly in front of him, neon lights blinking against the dark canvas of the night. Lucas leaned against the balcony railing of the upscale lounge, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling crowd below.He had just returned to the city after years abroad, building his own fortune in silence, away from the suffocating expectations that came with his last name.He had no plans of getting tangled in old affairs.But then—“Elena.”She turned at the sound of her name, her red lips curling into a knowing smile the moment she saw him.“Well, well,” she purred, stepping closer. “Look who decided to crawl back.”Lucas chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip. “Miss me?”Elena tilted her head, her dark eyes glittering with mischief. “Should I have?”He smirked. “Depends.”She hummed, stepping beside him, resting her arms against the railing. “It’s been years, Lucas. I assumed you disappeared for good.”Lucas exhaled,

The silence in Elena’s house was suffocating.She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles turned white. The events of the night replayed in her head like a broken record—the sickening thud of his body hitting the glass table, the pool of blood spreading across her floor, Lucas’s firm grip on her wrist as he told her to calm the hell down.Her stomach twisted.It was done.The body was buried.And yet, the feeling of dread hadn’t left her.She reached for the wine glass on her bedside table, her fingers trembling as she brought it to her lips. The alcohol burned her throat, but it did little to soothe the panic clawing at her insides.A sudden vibration jolted her, making her nearly drop the glass.Her phone.She grabbed it quickly, her heart racing when she saw the name on the screen.Lucas.Her thumb hovered over the answer button for a second before she finally swiped. “Hello?”“You still panicking?”His voice was calm, smooth—as if they

Damion barely made it back to his car before his phone vibrated in his pocket.Leonard.He answered immediately. “Tell me you have something.”“Still digging,” Leonard’s voice came through, calm and professional. “But the account is heavily encrypted. Whoever set it up knew what they were doing.”Damion clenched his jaw. “How long?”“Give me a few hours.”“Make it quick.”He ended the call, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat.His mind was already calculating the next step.Elena had been stealing from him.And if she had the nerve to do it so openly, it meant she either thought she was untouchable… or she had someone powerful backing her.Lucas.His fingers tightened around the steering wheel.He didn’t believe for a second that Lucas had just coincidentally shown up at Elena’s house. There was something between them, something he hadn’t figured out yet. Something that had linked them together that he was yet to discover. He just needed a little amount of time to do so. But he

Adrian’s grip on the desk tightened, his knuckles turning white as he stared at the shattered glass on the floor. His breath came in slow, measured exhales, his mind working through the implications of Damion’s latest move.That video was dangerous.If Damion released it, Adrian would lose everything he had just gained.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wood, his mind already forming countermeasures. He had always known Damion would fight back—but he hadn’t expected him to move this fast.Adrian reached for his phone, dialing a number he rarely used. The line rang twice before a deep voice answered.“Adrian.”A slow smirk curled Adrian’s lips. “I need something handled.”“Like you did the last time? How urgent?”“Very.” Adrian leaned back in his chair, swirling the last remnants of whiskey in his glass. “And I don’t care what it costs.”“Consider it done.”Adrian ended the call, exhaling slowly.Damion wanted to play dirty?Fine.But Adrian had spent years in the dark, waiti