Semua Bab Married To My Billionaire Husband Again: Bab 1 - Bab 9

I gasped as my body suddenly heated, an intrusion filling my fold, the bittersweet sensation I had never felt before making me wonder what was happening to me. “It hurts…” I whimpered as yet another thrust made me shudder. I wasn’t alone in this, and even with my eyes closed, the familiarity of the person struck me. The scent of his cologne, the mint of his aftershave, the warmth of his body it could not be mistaken. It was Leo. My legs were propped wide on his shoulders, his hips buried between mine as he drove himself into me mercilessly. With each thrust, the pain gave way to an overwhelming hunger I could not control. His wet kisses trailed from my lips down to my neck. He didn’t spare me, his mouth clamped on my breast, sucking, twirling, groaning against my skin as he quickened his pace. I grabbed his hair, moaning loudly, pulling his head to my chest, suffocating him with my breasts.Everything was sudden, surreal, too intoxicating to think. Even if it felt like reliving a

Leonard I heard the door open, then close. Susan’s footsteps faded down the hall, leaving only the faint echo in my bedroom and the sluggish, uneven beat of my heart. Sweat dampened my forehead as I struggled for air, a dull, suffocating pressure lodged under my breastbone. This was my curse.The thing that made my life a beautiful nightmare. The world saw Leonard Carter as the untouchable billionaire. The truth? I was just a man slowly being betrayed by his own heart. A rare condition Restrictive Cardiomyopathy with Paroxysmal Arrhythmia made every day feel like a gamble. The muscle in my heart had turned stiff, refusing to fill with blood properly. And the arrhythmia? It could strike without warning, stealing my breath and leaving me on the edge of collapse. I didn’t want to yell at Susan earlier. But if she’d stayed any longer, she might have seen it the weakness I’ve worked so hard to hide. With quick, uneven steps, I crossed to the nightstand. From the small box hidden benea

SusanThe clatter of plates and silver echoed softly as I moved around the long dining table, setting them together. My hands trembled no matter how steady I tried to keep them. Every glass, every folded napkin felt heavier than it should have as if the weight of the entire Carter family’s judgment pressed down with it.The air in the dining hall was thick, filled with suffocating silence and the faint scent of roasted meat drifting from the kitchen. Servants crept at the edges, careful not to draw attention. I was the only one in the center of it, on display.I placed the last glass and straightened, smoothing my dress with damp palms. Grandma sat already at the head of the table, her sharp eyes following me, but unlike the others, hers held something softer.“You’ve done well, child,” she said, her voice steady, warm.The words pierced me unexpectedly, loosening the tightness in my throat. For a moment, I almost believed I belonged here.Anna’s soft laugh broke through my thoughts.

Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, my voice weak. Leo’s hand stayed on my ankle, steady and firm, as if he owned even the pain in me. His touch was not rough, it was careful. Almost too careful.I should have pulled away, I should have hated the way his nearness made my chest ache. But I stayed still, staring at him like he was a puzzle I could never solve.“You don’t have to do this,” I said again, my throat tight. “It’s only a small wound.” He looked up at me, his grey eyes unreadable. “A small wound can turn into something worse if ignored.”“It’s not your problem.”The corner of his jaw ticked. He did not argue. He only reached for the cloth, dipped it into water, and pressed it gently to my skin. I hissed at the sting, my fingers gripping the couch tight.His face was so close, and yet so far. Cold as ice, warm as fire. Both at the same time.Just then, Andrew returned with the family doctor. Leo finally let go of me, standing to the side with his arms crossed. The doct