Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human : Bab 41 - Bab 50

I woke unusually early that morning. For the first time in weeks, I had slept peacefully. No strange dreams. No terrifying figures. No endless wandering through unfamiliar places. I stretched across my bed and smiled to myself. Maybe everything was finally falling into place. Maybe, just maybe, my life was becoming the fairy tale I had always dreamed of. I reached for my phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up almost immediately. One unread message. My heart skipped. Daniel. *Good morning, my beautiful wife-to-be. Please wear a simple white dress today. My driver will pick you up by 10 a.m. I’ll be waiting.* I sat upright. “A white dress?” I read the message again. No explanation. No location. Nothing else. I quickly typed a reply. *Where are we going?* Almost immediately, another message appeared. *You’ll see when you get here. Trust me.* I smiled without meaning to. Whenever Daniel spoke to me, the questions in my mind seemed to fade away. Doubts that had kept me awake

As the car rolled through the tall black gates and the massive, sprawling mansion came into view, I didn’t gasp. I didn’t stare in wide-eyed wonder like a stranger seeing it for the first time. I had been here before. I knew the towering structure, the glowing golden lights, and the heavy, echoing quiet of the courtyard. When we stepped out, the profound silence of the estate immediately settled over us. The marble floors shone under the crystal chandeliers, and the air was perfectly still. But this time, knowing what to expect didn't make it feel any less eerie. I looked around the vast, empty hallway. “Daniel?” He turned toward me, his expression calm and unreadable. “Yes?” I glanced down the long corridor, frowning slightly. “You already told me before, but… looking at it again, it’s really this empty? There’s no housekeeper? No help at all?” Daniel shook his head slowly. “I don’t have house staff,” he answered quietly. “I only have security outside.” I crossed my arms,

I woke with a start. I had no idea what had pulled me from sleep. There was no creak in the floor, no sound outside the window, not even the hum of the air conditioner. Yet I was suddenly wide awake, my heart already beating faster than it should. The bedroom was unnaturally still. A bitter cold lingered in the air, seeping through the blankets until it settled beneath my skin. I frowned. The room had been warm when we went to bed. Then I noticed it. Someone… or something… was standing beside the bed. It was enormous. Its head almost reached the ceiling, its outline swallowed by the darkness. Only its eyes were visible, two dull grey points that stared at me without blinking. My breath caught. I tried to sit up. Nothing happened. Panic surged through me as I fought to move my arms, my legs, even my head. It felt as though an invisible force had pinned me to the mattress. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. Inside my mind, I began to pray. *Blood of Jesus…* The words never reached

The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the marble floors of the mansion. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my watch before leaving. Amara—I watched him quietly from the doorway. For the first time since becoming Mrs. Daniel Johnson, the reality of staying in the mansion alone suddenly felt strange. Only a few weeks ago, I had lived in a crowded university hostel where silence was almost impossible. Someone was always laughing in the corridor, arguing over water, someone was always knocking on another person’s door. Now, when Daniel walked out of the house, everything would become completely quiet. He noticed my expression and turned. “What is it?” I hesitated before walking closer. “I want to call my mother.” He studied me for a moment. “You want to tell her?” I nodded. “I can’t keep avoiding her.” “She’s been calling me every day.” For a few seconds, he said nothing. Then his expression softened. “She’s your mother, Amara—your

My mother remained standing in the middle of the living room. She had not freshened up. She had not changed her clothes. She had not eaten anything since she arrived. I walked over to her again. “Mom, come upstairs and freshen up first.” She didn’t answer. She continued pacing slowly around the living room, her eyes moving from one corner to another as though searching for something she couldn’t see. “Mom?” “Please, at least sit down.” “I’ll be fine,” she replied quietly. But she wasn’t. Something deep inside her refused to settle. She had prayed silently ever since she stepped into the mansion, asking God to reveal whatever her spirit was sensing. The more she walked around the house, the stronger the feeling became. Before I could speak again, the sound of a car entering the compound echoed through the mansion. My face lit up instantly. “My husband is back!” I hurried outside. Daniel had barely stepped out of the car when I reached him. “You’re back!” “My mom is inside.” “S