Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Doesn’t Love Me: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The city skyline loomed over Carmela as she stepped out of the cab, the towering Blackwood Corporation building standing tall against the night sky. The cool breeze bit at her skin as she adjusted her coat, her heart hammering in her chest.Tonight, she wouldn’t back down. Tonight, she would demand answers from Damion. She wanted to know if he’d chose his work and dispute with his brother over the love they had. He had been distant, pushing her away, giving her half-truths when she needed clarity. But she was done waiting in silence. She needed to know where she stood. She couldn’t be someone he would just push away and get back whenever he liked. She needed attention. As she took a determined step toward the entrance, a shiver ran down her spine. The night ear was cool and the only sound she could hear was the flying papers littered around. Something felt off.The street was quieter than usual. The security detail that usually patrolled the perimeter wasn’t in sight. Where had the

The warehouse was cold. The air smelled of rust and damp concrete, and Carmela could hear the distant dripping of water somewhere in the shadows. Her wrists ached from the tight restraints, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear swirling inside her.Adrian stood a few feet away, watching her like a predator assessing its prey. His expensive black suit was an unsettling contrast to the filth and decay of their surroundings. Beside him, Elena leaned against an old metal desk, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.Carmela forced herself to stand tall despite the lingering effects of whatever they had used to knock her out. She wouldn’t let them see her fear.Her voice was steady when she spoke. “So, what now? Are you going to keep me tied up while you gloat?”Adrian chuckled. “Gloating is tempting, but no.” He took a slow step forward. “This is about leverage, Carmela. About power.”She glared at him. “Then you should know something. You’ll never break Damion.”Adrian tilted

The cold night air hit Damion’s face like a slap as he stepped out of the hospital’s private exit. The ache in his ribs and the throbbing in his head were constant reminders that he should still be in bed, recovering from the explosion. But there was no time for that.Carmela was out there.And he was going to bring her home.Leonard followed closely behind, his arm still secured in a sling, his limp more noticeable than he probably wanted to admit. The man had taken just as much damage from the blast as Damion had, but there was no convincing him to stay behind.“This is reckless,” Leonard muttered as he pulled open the door to the waiting black SUV. “You’re barely patched up, and we don’t even have a solid lead yet.”Damion ignored the concern as he slid into the back seat. “We’ll have a lead soon.”Leonard climbed in beside him, sighing as he pulled out a tablet. The driver—one of Damion’s trusted men—closed the door and pulled away from the hospital, blending seamlessly into the q

Pain shot through Damion’s ribs like a searing knife, but he refused to show weakness. Lying on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse, he forced himself to breathe past the ache. The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue, but his focus wasn’t on himself.It was on her.Carmela.She was still bound, still struggling against the restraints that dug into her wrists, her muffled cries piercing through the thick tension in the room.Adrian stood above him, adjusting the cuffs of his pristine suit, looking completely unbothered by the violence surrounding him. His men loomed nearby, their presence a silent threat.“You know, brother,” Adrian sighed, crouching down beside him. “I almost admire your resilience. You should’ve stayed down the first time, but here you are—bleeding, gasping for air, still thinking you can win.”Damion spat blood onto the floor, his eyes burning with raw hatred. “I don’t think I can win.” His voice was hoarse but firm. “I know I will.”Adrian chuckled, shak

The hospital doors slammed open as a team of paramedics rushed inside, pushing Damion’s unconscious body on a stretcher. The bright, sterile lights reflected off the blood soaking his shirt, staining the once-pristine white sheets beneath him. Carmela ran beside them, her legs barely keeping up, her entire body trembling as she clutched his limp hand.“Please—please, help him,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse, desperate.A nurse tried to pull her back, but she refused to let go.“Ma’am, we need space to work—”“No!” Carmela shrieked, gripping Damion’s hand tighter. “I’m not leaving him!”Leonard arrived moments later, blood on his own clothes, though none of it was his. His usually composed expression was tight with fear, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders. “I want every entrance secured. No one gets in or out without my say-so. If Adrian or Elena show their faces, I want them restrained on sight.”The doctors barely acknowledged the chaos around them as they wheeled Damion