All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Chapter 131: The Illusion of Freedom

**Elena’s POV**The silence in the room was heavy. It felt like a thick blanket trying to muffle my very thoughts. I could hear nothing but the sound of my own shallow breathing and the frantic sound of my heart against my ribs.My fingers trembled as I worked the small hairpin against the screw of the window frame. It was a pathetic tool against the industrial-grade security. But it was all I had left. It was my only hope.I gritted my teeth, sweat beading on my forehead and running into my eyes. I had been trapped in this room for four days. Four freaking days. Four days of being a prisoner in a red silk gown that felt more like a burial shroud with every hour that passed.Suddenly, the pin slipped. "Ah!" I gasped, jerking my hand back as the metal sliced deep into my thumb.The pain was a lot as blood bubbled to the surface, thick and fast. It dripped onto the cream-colored carpet, making a bright, ugly stain. I didn't have a bandage. I didn't even have a tissue. I shoved my injure

Chapter 132: The Red Portrait

**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

Chapter 133: The Cold Edge of the Water

**Stefano’s POV**The pier felt like the end of the world.The air was thick and heavy, smelling of salt and rotting wood. A thick mist hung over the black water, making everything look like a bad dream. I stood at the edge of the docks, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my overcoat. I watched the waves slap against the wooden poles. A few yards away, Elena’s car rested quietly in the fog.Luca stood by the driver’s-side door, his face grim, his jaw set. He didn’t have to say a word to me. The fact that the car was here, unlocked and abandoned at the edge of the harbor, told me everything I didn’t want to know. It screamed that she was gone.I walked toward the vehicle. Every step felt like I was walking through deep mud. My boots crunched on the gravel as I reached out and pulled the handle. It swung open far too easily, with no resistance, no alarm. I leaned inside, my heart pounding against my ribs.The scent of her, that light, floral perfume she always wore, was still there

Chapter 134: The Mother of All Secrets

**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

Chapter 135: The Blood We Share

**Lucia POV**The room felt as if it were shrinking, the walls pressing in on us. The revelation hung in the air like a thick, choking fog. David stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the floor, while Raffaele stared at the crumpled photo of Cecilia Bernardo. "Cecilia," he whispered, the name sounding different in his mouth now. He didn't move for a long time. He just stood by the fireplace, the orange light of the dying embers dancing across his scarred face. I knew the history. Everyone in our world knew the story. It was the legend of the woman who had stolen the elder Lorusso’s heart and then vanished into the night with a child. It was the story that had haunted the Lorusso household for decades, turning the air bitter and the people cruel.Slowly, Raffaele’s hand began to tremble. It was a slight movement, but in a man like him, it was terrifying. He smoothed the photo on the tabletop, his long fingers lingering on the woman’s features as if he could feel her skin through

Chapter 136: The King’s Wrath

**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

Chapter 137: The Man at the Door

**Lucia’s POV**The clock on the wall ticked loudly, its sound echoing through every corner of the silent house. It was barely seven in the evening, but the shadows in the living room were already long and dark. They stretched across the floor like reaching fingers, trying to pull the light from the room.Raffaele sat in his armchair, looking like a king on a throne, holding a glass of amber scotch, swirling it slowly. He looked completely relaxed, but I couldn't stop moving; my nerves were on edge. I paced the length of the room, my arms wrapped tightly around my chest as if I were trying to hold myself together. Every time the wind rattled the windowpanes or a branch scraped against the glass, I flinched.Raffaele watched me, a smug, lazy smile playing on his lips. "You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet, Lucia. Sit down. What's the problem?"I stopped mid-step and looked at him. My heart pounded so hard against my ribs that it actually hurt. "I’m worried, Raffaele. I think... I

Chapter 138: The Last Word

**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

Chapter 139: The Devil’s Bargain

**Stefano’s POV**The word 'brother' hung in the air like thick smoke, feeling heavy, wrong, and deeply twisted. I stared at Raffaele, my eyes narrowed to slits, my arm perfectly straight as I kept the gun leveled at his head. My finger was steady on the trigger, but inside, my mind was a storm. I had spent my entire life as an only child. I was a solitary predator in a world of wolves, answering to no one and bound to no one by blood. But to remember that I shared the same DNA with the monster standing in front of me was a pill I wasn't ready to swallow. It felt like a sick joke designed to break my focus."You knew?" I asked, my voice a low, dangerous rasp that vibrated through the quiet room.Raffaele sneered, his upper lip curled back in a way that looked hauntingly familiar, the same arrogant expression I saw in the mirror every morning. It fucking made my stomach turn."I just found out," he said, his voice dripping with mock hurt. "The files don't lie, Stefano. But the big qu

Chapter 140: The Bitter Taste of Hope

**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

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