All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 91: The Truth That Cuts Deepest

**Lucia’s POV**“What?”The word exploded from Raffaele’s mouth as he shot upright in his chair. The sudden movement made me flinch, my heart stuttering in my chest. He looked like a man who had just been stabbed. His face twisted, his features darkening with a mix of shock and a cold, murderous rage.“Hold up.” He raised his hand. “You need to start from the very beginning. Every single word. How the hell do you know Stefano Bernardo?”I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like a stone. I knew this was coming. I knew the name Stefano would raise questions. I forced myself to sit straight, even though I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.“I met Stefano about eight years ago,” I said. My voice was a thin, shivering whisper. “He rescued me when I was nineteen. Some men cornered me in an alley. They wanted to... they wanted to hurt me, but he stopped them.”Raffaele didn't interrupt. He just paced the length of the room, his boots thudding heavily on the floor.“I wanted

Chapter 92: Wings Clipped

**Lucia’s POV**“What did you just say?”The words didn't come out as a shout; they were a low, vibrating growl. Before I could even blink, Raffaele lunged. His large, calloused hands clamped around my throat like iron bands. He shoved me backward until my spine slammed into the arm of the sofa.I knew I messed up. I let my emotions get the best of me.Air. I needed air.I gasped, but nothing came in. My vision blurred at the edges, dark spots dancing in front of my eyes. I clawed at his wrists, my nails digging into his skin, searching for a weak spot. He didn't even flinch. He just tightened his grip, his face inches from mine. His green eyes were no longer human; they were like the eyes of a shark.Just as I thought the world was going to turn black, he wrenched his hands away. I collapsed against the cushions, hacking and wheezing as air burned its way back into my lungs.He towered over me, his shadow blocking out the light. “I guess you’ve grown wings while you were away, Lucia,

Chapter 93: Every Place Except Where She Is

**Stefano’s POV**“Boss, we can’t find her.”Luca’s voice sliced through the heavy silence of my office. I didn't look up. I stayed slumped in my leather chair, my fingers digging into my temples as if I could squeeze the headache out of my skull. Luca stepped further into the room, his boots thudding softly on the floor. He looked like he was walking on eggshells, his shoulders stiff and his eyes darting around, waiting for me to explode.“We’ve searched every corner of the city,” he continued, his voice tightening. “We’ve had men watching the Castellano house around the clock. She hasn’t been there for over a week. She’s vanished.”“What the hell!” I roared, pushing back from my desk. I stood and paced the length of the room. My heart pounded against my ribs.“She’s in this town, Luca! I know how Lucia thinks. She’s scared and hiding out!”I skidded to a stop right in front of him, towering over him until he had to lean back. I glared into his eyes, my teeth clenched. “Track her pho

Chapter 94: The Truth I Never Learned to Say

**Stefano’s POV**I stepped into the house long after the sun had set and the moon had taken over. The house felt dark and cold; it no longer felt like home.The silence was so heavy it made my ears ring. Usually, I’d hear the soft hum of the TV or Elena’s laughter from the kitchen. Now, there was nothing but the sound of my own shoes thudding against the floor, like a heartbeat.I hadn't even reached the stairs when Martina emerged from the hallway. She looked as if she hadn't slept in a week. Her eyes were red, and her hair was a mess.“Stefano,” she gasped, her voice quivering with fear that made my stomach turn. “Have you found her? Please tell me you found Elena.”I stopped moving. I didn't look at her. I couldn't. I lifted my hands and buried my face in them, dragging my palms down my cheeks. My skin felt like sandpaper. I was so tired I could feel it in my bone marrow.“No, Martina,” I whispered, the words clogging my throat. “I haven’t found her. She’s gone.”Martina’s face cr

Chapter 95: When The Truth Comes Out

**Stefano’s POV**Martina opened her mouth, the words hovering on the tip of her tongue. Then she snapped it shut.The silence rushed back in, thicker and more suffocating than before. It pressed against my chest until my ribs felt like they were going to crack. I could hear the steady tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock in the hall, with each second feeling like a small hammer pounding in my head.“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Not tonight. You’ve already been through enough.”Something twisted violently in my gut. It was sharp. I didn't want her pity. I wanted the truth, even if it burned me alive.“You can’t do that,” I said. My voice was low, strained through my teeth. “You can’t drop a bomb like that and then just walk away, Martina. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore.”She shook her head, tears spilling freely now, carving hot paths down her aged cheeks. She clutched her shawl around her shoulders as if she were freezing in the middle of a summer night. “

Chapter 96: Blood Never Lies

**Stefano’s POV**The room didn't just go silent. It went dead.I sat there, frozen, staring at Martina. I waited for her lips to twitch. I waited for her to let out a nervous laugh and tell me she was just tired, that she had made a horrible mistake with her words. I waited for the world to stop spinning.But she didn't move. She just watched me, her eyes brimming with a deep, ancient sadness.“What?” I breathed. The word felt like a shard of glass in my throat.She didn't answer. Another tear escaped her eye and raced down her cheek. That tear told me everything I didn't want to hear.“That’s not funny, Martina,” I said. My voice was hoarse, scraping against my vocal cords. I tried to sound angry, but I only sounded small. “Tell me you’re joking. Tell me right now that this is some sick test.”“I wish I could, Stefano,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, sounding as broken as I felt. “I would give my life to make it a lie, but I can't.”A strange sound tore itself from my chest. It w

Chapter 97: The Blood That Shouldn’t Exist

**Stefano’s POV**“It’s not possible.” I shook my head so hard I felt dizzy, staring at Martina, waiting for her to tell me she had made a mistake. But her face stayed pale and sad.“No,” I said again. The word tripped out of my mouth, louder this time. I felt like if I said it loud enough, the truth would stop being real. “No! Not him!”I stumbled back, my chest felt tight, my heart slamming against my ribs, over and over, like it was trying to break out of my body.“Not him,” I whispered, my voice cracking. I felt the bile rise in my throat. “Not Antonio Lorusso.”Martina’s eyes stretched wide with shock. She clutched her hands to her chest. “You know that name? You know who he is?”I almost laughed. No, I didn’t almost laugh. I actually did.Of course, I knew Antonio Lorusso.Everyone in this city knew that name. He was a ghost story told to children. He was the man who ruled the shadows of Milan. He was the one man my Salvatore had spent his entire life fighting. He was the dead

Chapter 98: One Week Without Him

**Elena’s POV**It has been one week.One hundred and sixty-eight hours since I walked out of Stefano’s house, trying to leave my heart on his doorstep. Seven endless days of waking up in a cold hotel room, staring at the ceiling, and waiting for the pain to stop.I told myself I would be strong. I told myself I would survive this and stop thinking about how his voice sounds in the morning or how his hands felt when they held mine. I promised myself I would let him go.Because all I do is think about him. I see his face every time I close my eyes. I can still smell his expensive cologne on my skin, even after a dozen showers. I miss the way he looked at me — like I was the only person in the world who mattered, like I was his light in a dark world.“Ugh,” I groaned, pressing my palm against my forehead.I sank onto the edge of the stiff hotel bed. The mattress was hard and lumpy, nothing like the soft, silk-covered bed I had shared with him. My chest felt tight, as if someone had wrap

Chapter 99: Fifteen Minutes I Couldn’t Survive

**Elena’s POV**“Elena!”The sound of my name felt like a physical weight crashing into my back. I froze. My fingers, still curled around a pack of tissues, turned white. I didn't want to turn around. I wanted to bolt, to run through the sliding glass doors back to my hotel room and bolt the door until the world forgot I existed.Shit. I shouldn’t have come out. I should have just used the hotel soap.“Elena,” she said again, her voice getting closer.I swallowed hard. My mouth felt like it was full of sand. I forced myself to turn around, my heart battering my ribs like it was trying to escape.“I…” The words tangled in my throat. I jerked my head to the side and shoved the tissues into my cart. I tried to look busy, tried to look like I wasn't a girl hiding. “Look, Carmela. I can’t. I really can’t do this right now.”I spun around and started marching toward the checkout line. My vision blurred at the edges. I just needed to get away. If I kept moving, maybe she would leave me alone

Chapter 100: The Wrong Ghost

**Lucia’s POV**I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I was wrapped in a thin, scratchy white towel that barely reached mid-thigh. I stopped in front of the vanity mirror and let out a long, shaky sigh, staring at my reflection. My skin looked like wax, pale and bloodless. Dark, bruised-looking circles sat under my eyes, making me look a decade older. I looked like a woman who hadn't slept in days, and the truth wasn't far off. Raffaele had spent the entire night with me.Coming here was a terrible mistake. I knew it in my gut, but my heart was too desperate to listen. Every time I took a breath, my head throbbed. Every time I moved, a sharp, biting pain flared between my thighs — a cruel reminder of Raffaele’s brutality. I had forgotten how brutal he could be. He didn't just want my body; he wanted to leave his mark, to own every inch of me until I forgot who I was.But I had no choice. This was for Stefano. I had to endure thi

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