Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Kaia’s POV Damion didn’t come home last night. I knew where he was. Or rather, who he was with. I had been pacing the length of the penthouse, my nails digging into my palms, waiting for him to walk through the door like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just spent the night chasing after her. And when he finally did return, it took everything in me not to throw something at him. He barely looked at me as he stepped inside, loosening his tie with that careless ease of his. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, the top buttons undone, his hair slightly disheveled. He hadn’t been at the office. I knew he hadn’t. I crossed my arms, blocking his path. “Where the hell have you been?” Damion barely spared me a glance as he tossed his keys onto the counter. “I don’t have time for this, Kaia.” Rage flared through me. “You don’t have time? Are you serious right now? You disappeared for an entire night and—” “And what?” He finally looked at me, his blue eyes cold, indiff

Isabelle’s POV The sound of my phone vibrating against my nightstand was what woke me. Then came the second buzz. Then the third. Then the relentless ringing. I groaned, blindly reaching for it, my fingers fumbling against the cool glass screen. I barely managed to squint at the caller ID before answering. Stephanie. “This better be important,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. Her voice came through the line, tight with panic. “Isabelle, you need to get up. Now.” Something about her tone sent a chill down my spine. I sat up instantly, rubbing my eyes. “What is it?” There was a pause, followed by the unmistakable sound of typing. “It’s everywhere. The news, the blogs, social media—your name is trending.” I blinked, my mind still catching up. “Trending for what?” A hesitation. Then—“Financial fraud.” My stomach plummeted. I shot out of bed, heart hammering as I reached for my laptop on the bedside table. My fingers moved fast, pulling up the first news

Isabelle’s POV I had exactly twelve hours before my company suffered irreparable damage. Twelve hours before the investors lost confidence, before the stock plummeted further, before the scandal became my entire identity instead of just another accusation. Twelve hours to stop the bleeding. The second I locked the door behind me, I pulled out my phone and dialed Stephanie. She answered immediately. “Tell me you’re already handling this.” “I’ve got our PR team on a full-blown crisis response,” she said briskly. “But Isabelle, this is bad. The news cycle isn’t dying down.” I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply. “Get the legal team in my office in one hour. I want every single accusation pulled apart—who leaked them, what connections they have, everything.” “On it.” A pause. “And, uh…Damion just threw gasoline on the fire.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell did he do?” “Check your email.” I practically sprinted to my home office, placing Nathan on the couch with his

Isabelle’s POV Secrets never stayed buried forever. And I had always known—always—that one day, mine would come crawling back. I just hadn’t expected it to be now. Not when I was already fighting to keep everything from collapsing. Stephanie stood in front of my desk, gripping a folder so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her face was paler than I had ever seen it. A pit formed in my stomach. “What is it?” I asked, keeping my voice even despite the unease curling in my chest. She hesitated. That alone told me everything. When Stephanie hesitated, it meant the news was bad. Finally, she exhaled and placed the folder on my desk. “Someone is digging into your past.” I felt my pulse quicken. I knew what was in my past. And I knew that if the wrong person uncovered it, everything I had built—everything—would crumble. I met Stephanie’s gaze, forcing my expression to remain calm. “Who?” “We don’t know yet.” She shifted uncomfortably. “But it’s not just journa

Isabelle’s POV The second threat arrived before sunrise. A single envelope slipped beneath my office door. No sender. No markings. Just my name scrawled across the front. I hesitated before picking it up, my fingers stiff as I unfolded the note inside. “The truth always comes out, Isabelle. The only question is—who will tell it first? You… or us?” No signature. No indication of who had sent it. But I didn’t need one. Kaia. I clenched my jaw, my heartbeat hammering hard in my chest. First, the financial allegations. Now, a direct threat against my past. She wasn’t just trying to ruin me—she was trying to expose me. And if she got there first? If she controlled the narrative? Nathan would suffer the most. I wouldn’t let that happen. I inhaled sharply, shoving the note into my desk drawer before grabbing my phone. “Stephanie.” Her voice was already tense. “You got another one, didn’t you?” I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. “Yeah. And this ti