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Chapter 72: Blood on My Hands
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His Bride Of Revenge Chapter 77: Permission to Leave
**Elena’s POV**My phone felt like a block of ice against my palm. I stared at the screen until the words began to blur into a dark, ugly smudge. Lucia’s message was a trap, and I was already falling into it. “If you tell him, you will never know the truth about who you truly married.”What did that even mean? Was Stefano more than a man with too many secrets and a dangerous name? My heart pounded against my chest.I shook my head and dragged in a slow breath, but it didn’t help. My mind felt loud and messy, like too many voices speaking at once. How did she expect me to leave this house without Stefano knowing? It almost made me laugh.After everything that had happened with Dante, stepping outside alone felt impossible. Fear had settled into my bones over the past days. I barely slept and barely breathed without checking the doors.I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when the door opened. I whirled around, shoving the phone under my pillow just as Stefano stepped inside. H
His Bride Of Revenge Chapter 76: CityLife
**Elena’s POV**I awoke with a start as the bedroom door groaned open. I wasn't a heavy sleeper anymore; every creak of the floorboards, every shift of the wind against the glass, sent my heart into my throat.It had been three days.Three days since Dante dragged me through that dark parking lot. Three days since I felt the cold bite of his knife against my skin. Since then, Stefano had been a shadow that never left my side.He was there when I slept, there when I woke. There when I showered, when I paced, when I stared out the window too long. If I shifted, he noticed. If I flinched, his jaw tightened. He hovered as if the world might snatch me away the second he turned his back.But I knew why. I guess the guilt was eating him alive because he hadn't been there to stop Dante.I lay back against the pillows, my fingers restlessly picking at the threads of the duvet. This was my life now: locked doors, armed men downstairs. Fear tucked into every corner of the house as if it belonged
His Bride Of Revenge Chapter 75: Where Were You
**Stefano’s POV**I held her in my hands.The moment my arms wrapped around her, Elena didn’t lean into me. She exploded, her whole body vibrating with terror so deep it felt like her bones might shatter. She let out a choked sound and started clawing at my chest, her small fists slamming into me again and again, panc driving her movements."Get off! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice thin and broken.I tightened my grip, pulling her against my chest to pin her flailing arms. I had to be careful; I was ten times stronger than she was, and the last thing I wanted was to bruise her further than she already was."Elena!" I shouted over her screams, trying to calm her through the panic. "Elena, look at me! It’s me, Stefano. You’re safe. I’ve got you."She froze.Slowly, she lifted her head. Her face was a mask of pure agony; mascara streaked down her cheeks like black ink, and her lips were swollen and bloodstained. The moment her blue eyes met mine, the fight drained from her. She went
His Bride Of Revenge Chapter 74: Now or Never
**Elena’s POV**Dante didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He kept hauling me deeper into the darkness of the parking lot.My arm burned where his fingers dug into me. My heels slipped on the uneven asphalt, making me stumble every few feet. The parking lot felt endless, with row after row of dark cars, and the music from the ballroom was now distant, as if it belonged to another world.I thought he would shove me into one of the cars, but he didn’t.He kept pulling me farther away.My legs began to shake, and my calves screamed. Every step felt heavier than the last. I tried to twist free, my breath coming out in sharp, broken gasps.“Dante,” I wheezed, my chest rattling. “Please. Stop. I can’t... I can’t keep up.”He stopped abruptly, spinning around to face me. He looked down at me with a look of pure annoyance, like I was a broken toy that was no longer fun to play with.“We are almost there, Ellie,” he snapped. He jerked my arm, making me hiss in pain. “Stop being difficult.”I
His Bride Of Revenge Chapter 73: The Moment Everything Breaks
**Stefano’s POV**Moretti slapped his hand down on the oak table and stood up, a victorious grin stretching across his face. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bernardo. People with your... vision are rare these days.”I stood up at once, my suit jacket pulling tight across my shoulders. I met his firm handshake with a controlled grip. Beside me, Marco surged to his feet, clapping his hands, his grin wide and satisfied. “Great! Fantastic,” he barked, his eyes bright with the thrill of the win. “I told you this deal was sealed.”Moretti smiled, pleased with himself, and gestured toward the door. “Shall we rejoin the party? I believe there is more champagne with our names on it.”We walked out of the quiet library, the heavy doors closing behind us. As we moved down the long, dim corridor toward the ballroom, something inside me felt off.Moretti led the way, rambling about shipping schedules and port authorities. I followed, but my mind was elsewhere. My hand dri
His Bride Of Revenge Chapter 72: Blood on My Hands
**Elena’s POV**Dante dragged me down the stone stairs, my feet barely touching the steps.My heels skidded across the ground, and my shoulder slammed into the iron railing with a sickening thud. A white-hot flash of pain shot down my arm, leaving my fingers numb. His grip was iron on my wrist, his thumb digging deep into the bone until I thought it would snap.This was real!It finally dawned on me that if I didn't put up a fight, it might be the end of me. I had escaped him last time by a miracle, but Dante wasn't the kind of man who let miracles happen twice. If I let him shove me into a car, I would never come back. I twisted my wrist frantically, trying to slip through his fingers. “Let go of me!” I hissed, my voice trembling.Dante didn't even slow down. He just tightened his hold, his nails biting into my skin.I let out a soft, broken cry as the skin on my wrist began to bruise. “Stop struggling, Ellie,” he muttered, his voice flat and chillingly calm. “You’re only making it
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