บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Centuries Ago—The Beginning of the Curse and the story of the keyThe wind howled through the dense forest, rustling the thick canopy of leaves that shrouded the night sky. The towering trees stood like silent sentinels, their gnarled roots twisting along the forest floor, weaving a labyrinth that few dared to tread. The air smelled of damp earth and ancient secrets—secrets that had been buried long before men had the courage to seek them out.And yet, on this night, two men dared to walk the forbidden path.Their cloaks billowed as they trudged deeper into the wilderness, the flickering light of their torches casting eerie shadows on the bark of ancient oaks.Alaric and Tobias Blackwood.Brothers. Rivals. And soon—victims.Alaric, the elder of the two, was a man of strength and intellect, his sharp mind always a step ahead of the world. Tobias, the younger, was the wilder spirit—reckless, passionate, and endlessly curious.It was Tobias who had first heard the rumors.A key—one said

The key felt cold in Adrian Blackwood’s grasp.The dim glow of torches flickered along the stone walls of the hidden chamber, their flames dancing against the damp air. The weight of centuries rested upon this place, whispering in the silence, warning of dangers unseen.Yet—nothing happened.No tremor in the ground. No eerie voices from the abyss. No curse latching onto his soul.Nothing.Adrian lifted the key, turning it over between his fingers. It was elegant, ancient, a work of masterful craftsmanship—yet at its core, it was just a key.A scoff built in his throat before escaping as a laugh.A deep, mocking chuckle that echoed off the stone walls.His grandmother, Catherine Blackwood, stood frozen a few feet away, her lined face twisted in disbelief.Adrian turned to her, smirking.“All that talk about curses, about power coming at a price,” he drawled, waving the key before her. “And yet, here I stand. Perfectly fine.”Catherine’s lips pressed into a thin line.“This isn’t right,

Carmela sat curled up on the couch, her body wracked with silent sobs. Her mother sat beside her, rubbing gentle circles into her back, while her father stood near the window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his face grim. The weight of Damion’s death had shattered something inside her. No matter how much she tried to hold herself together, the loss crushed her, suffocating her.Lily sat close by, eyes red from crying, occasionally glancing at Leonard, who stood stiffly near the door, his usual sharpness dimmed with grief.The living room was heavy with sorrow, the only sound being Carmela’s muffled cries against her mother’s shoulder.Then, the front door burst open.Everyone jerked in surprise as Lucas stormed in, his face pale, his breath ragged.“Carmela, something just happened,” he blurted, his eyes wild with urgency. “Are you all okay?”Carmela barely moved, her head still buried against her mother.Lucas swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He t

A suffocating silence filled the room.Catherine Blackwood stood in the center, her sharp gaze locked onto Damion—or rather, Adrian’s face, which now held Damion’s soul.Carmela’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted in disbelief, while Lucas stood beside her, his jaw tight, his body rigid. Lily and Leonard exchanged anxious glances, their unease growing by the second.No one spoke.No one could.Because what Catherine had just implied was impossible.And yet—She had spoken Damion’s name with such certainty.Lucas was the first to break the silence, scoffing as he raked a hand through his hair. “Alright, this is getting ridiculous. You expect us to believe this? That Damion is somehow… what? Inside Adrian’s body?”Catherine met his gaze, unwavering. “That is exactly what I am saying.”Carmela shook her head violently, stepping back. “No. No, this is—this is insane.”Damion’s fists clenched at his sides.“I am Damion,” he said through gritted teeth. His voice was edged with de

The cold night air wrapped around them as the group left the sterile hospital corridors behind. In the dim light of the early morning, the heavy reality of their situation pressed down on everyone like a physical weight. Carmela, Lucas, Leonard, Catherine, and a few trusted aides had gathered in a secluded conference room within the hospital—a temporary war room where plans were hatched and doubts assuaged. Their faces, lit by the glow of a single overhead lamp, wore expressions ranging from despair to grim determination.Leonard was the first to speak. “We have to move fast. Adrian—our Damion—is out there somewhere in the Blackwood forest. If his mind is unstable… if he’s truly lost, he won’t last long in that wilderness.”Catherine’s eyes, once so steady with ancient wisdom, now shimmered with a mix of sorrow and resolve. “Our ancestors believed that the forest would consume those who dared disturb the sacred legacy of the Blackwoods,” she intoned. “It is dangerous and unpredictabl