Todos os capítulos de His Bride Of Revenge: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

**Elena’s POV**The cold steel of the barrel was a silent promise of death pressed against the base of my skull. For a second, I considered ignoring him and running. I really did. I considered turning that brass handle anyway. I thought about letting the bullet end this nightmare before I had to endure another minute of this life. Death felt like a doorway, and right then it looked a lot more inviting than the hallway behind me. But the instinct to survive is a cruel thing. It keeps you breathing even when your soul is screaming for an exit."Turn around. Slowly," Raffaele commanded.His voice was like thunder, deep and vibrating. I could feel it through the metal of the gun and straight into my bones. I slowly lowered my hand from the brass handle. I saw my reflection in the polished wood of the door for one last time, a pale, trembling ghost of a girl, before I turned to face him.I looked up at him, my chest heaving, my throat so tight I could barely swallow. I expected him to be

**Lucia’s POV**The air in the living room was heavy, thick with a dark kind of triumph as Raffaele stood by the window, looking down at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen after he'd hit send. He looked satisfied — no, he looked hungry, like a wolf that had finally caught the scent of a hunter who had been dodging him for years."Bernardo will be here soon for his bride," he said, his voice low. He looked toward the front door as if he could already see Stefano charging through it, desperate and broken. "And when he arrives, I will show him exactly what it means to cross me. I’m going to make him watch as everything he loves turns to ash."I shifted on the leather sofa, trying to find a comfortable spot, but a strange, cold knot formed in my stomach. I had wanted this. I had spent weeks planning for the moment Stefano would pay for discarding me. I wanted him to suffer for treating me like a disposable tool while he treated Elena like a goddess. But hearing Raffaele talk ab

**Stefano’s POV**The car felt way too small for the way I felt. Outside, fog crawled over the dark water, but inside, all I could smell was leather and my own burning rage.I sat in the back seat, my eyes fixed on the glowing screen of my phone. The image of Elena, my Elena, with blood staining her lips and her skin bruised by a hand, was burned into my retinas. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that hollow, defeated look in her gaze. It felt like a physical weight on my chest, like a block crushing the air from my lungs."Take me to Raffaele’s house," I growled. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror. His eyes widened when he saw my face. I knew I looked like a madman. The veins in my neck were popping, my face was flushed, and my jaw was set so tight it felt like my teeth might shatter."Boss..." the driver started, his voice shaking."Now!" I roared. The sound echoed in the cramped space of the car. "Drive the fucking car!"The tires screeched against the gravel of

**Stefano’s POV**The night air was cold from the rain, but my blood was boiling in my veins. As soon as the SUV rolled to a stop a block from the Lorusso estate, I gestured for Luca to stay back. He started to protest, his hand reaching for the door handle, his mouth opening to tell me I was insane. I gave him a look that silenced him instantly. This wasn't a tactical raid. This wasn't about business or territory. This was personal. I didn't want a small army drawing attention yet; I wanted to be the first thing Raffaele saw when his world started to burn. I stepped out of the car and approached the massive iron gates. I expected to have to scale them or wait for Luca’s team to bypass the electronic lock with their tools. Surprisingly, as I gripped the cold bars, the gate creaked open. It was unlocked. It swung back as if inviting me into hell.My eyebrows furrowed as I scanned the dark perimeter, my hand tightening on the grip of my Beretta until the metal bit into my palm. About

**Elena’s POV**The pain wasn't just in my face anymore. It was deep in my bones, a heavy, dragging ache that made every movement feel difficult.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to focus on my breathing. I could feel the heat radiating from my swollen cheeks. Lucia’s slaps had left a lingering fire, a throbbing reminder of the deep, ugly hate she carried for me, and every time my heart beat, my face pulsed with pain.Then my stomach twisted. It wasn't the usual flutter of nerves. It was a sharp, violent cramp that made me feel so nauseous. I barely made it to the bathroom, falling to my knees as the cold tile bit into my skin, and I lifted the toilet seat just in time. My entire stomach emptied itself. It was a violent, racking heave that left me gasping for air, my eyes watering and my throat burning. When the shaking finally stopped, I stayed there, slumped against the white porcelain, my forehead resting on the cool rim, and I felt like I was floating.What is h