Semua Bab Belonging To My Stepbrother After Divorce.: Bab 41 - Bab 48

Camilla's POVI’ve been inside this room for too long. Too still. Too silent. Too careful not to break.But I already feel broken. My heart isn’t even beating normally anymore. It stutters like it's trying to remember how. Like it’s forgotten what rhythm feels like. Every breath I take feels sharp in my chest, like I’m inhaling splinters. And my body… my body wants to scream, to cry, to collapse.But I won’t. I just sit there, my knees pulled up to my chest, my back pressed against the edge of the bed like it might anchor me. My fingers tremble as I finally reach for my phone.I swipe to unlock it and the message flashes across my screen.Jessica: I’m at the airport.I blink once. Then twice and my stomach drops.What the hell? She’s… here? Now?I shoot up so fast the blood rushes from my head. My knees wobble as I stand, heart thumping wild and frantic against my ribs. She can’t be serious. She can’t actually be here. Not in this city. Not near this house.To all this madness. She do

Camilla's POV I glare at him. “You know what, Matias? Forget it.”I whirl around and storm toward the street, anger hot in my chest, blood pounding in my ears. I flag down the first available cab and slide inside without looking back.I don’t need his permission. I don’t need him. The ride starts off normal.The hum of the engine. The blurred city lights passing outside. The quiet classical music the driver plays on low volume. But something’s off, I notice it when we pass a familiar turn one that should take me back toward the villa. Instead, the driver keeps going. Further. Wrong direction. I frown and lean forward slightly.“Excuse me,” I say. “You just missed the turn.” He doesn’t respond. I glance up at the rearview mirror. His eyes flick to meet mine. Cold. Unfamiliar.There’s no driver’s ID. No name. No company sticker. Nothing. My stomach drops.“Hey!” I raise my voice. “I said you missed the turn, what the hell is this?” He doesn’t speak. My heartbeat picks up speed. “S

Castello's POV The scent of aged wood and tobacco still lingers in this room. I pace across the tiled floor slowly, deliberately, a glass of wine in my hand. Each step is controlled, but inside, I’m simmering. Three hours, three damned hours and not a single update.I hate waiting.I swirl the wine, watching it climb and fall along the rim like blood. Waiting makes me restless. Unfocused. Every minute without information is a minute wasted. Matias Salvatore could be erasing his trail as I stand here like a fool. I clench the stem of the glass tighter.He thinks he’s untouchable.He always has. Tight-lipped bastard. Too disciplined. Too clean. Matias plays the long game, the perfect boss, the unshakable one. That’s always been his strength, his calm. But calm is just armor. And everyone has a weakness. Even him.Especially him.The door creaks open, finally. Dante walks in, calm as ever. I can tell from the way he carries himself that he’s found something. There’s a subtle shift in hi

Matias POV The world comes back in fragments. A ceiling too white. Lights too dim. The distant hum of machines, soft beeping that syncs with the dull throbbing in my side. Pain isn’t new to me, I’ve fought through it, killed through it but this one feels… different. Like something was taken. Like part of me doesn’t belong here anymore.I blink. My mouth is dry. My throat, sore.I try to move, but my muscles protest. Every inch of me feels like I’ve been through war, the kind that takes something far more permanent.There’s a shuffle nearby. Fabric. Rubber soles.I turn my head slightly and see the doctor. Still in scrubs, though his gloves are off and his hair is a mess of gray waves. He doesn’t look tired. He looks relieved.“You’re awake,” he says, his voice quieter than earlier. “Good. We finished about thirty minutes ago. Everything went… perfectly.”I clear my throat. “She’s fine?”He nods. “Vitals are steady. The organ took well. No rejection signs so far. She’s resting in post