All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

**Lucia’s POV**The living room felt like a graveyard, and we were all waiting for someone to start digging the graves.I stood paralyzed in the corner, my back pressed against the cold stone of the fireplace. The air was thick and heavy, reeking of gunpowder from the man Stefano had just executed and of the sharp, bitter scent of the glass of Scotch on the table. My heart pounded so hard it blurred my vision and made my head spin as I realized this wasn't just a fight anymore. It wasn't even a negotiation. It was a suicide mission, and I was trapped right in the middle of it."I’m waiting for your answer, Bernardo," Raffaele said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm, like a snake sliding through tall grass. He let out a sharp laugh that set my teeth on edge. "Or should I call you Lorusso? It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?"I watched Stefano. He didn't move a muscle. His knuckles were white where he gripped his gun, and I could see the muscles in his jaw twitch as he clenc

**Stefano’s POV**The sound of the bullet hitting flesh was different from the sound of it hitting wood or glass. For a heartbeat, time froze. I looked at Elena, my soul screaming her name before my voice could find the air. My lungs felt as if they were filled with crushed glass. But as the shadows shifted, I realized she wasn't the one falling.Lucia let out a high-pitched, gargling shriek. It was a sound of pure shock, the kind a person makes when they can't believe the world has turned on them. She slumped to the floor, her hand clutching her shoulder where the expensive fabric of her shirt was turning red. The sniper had missed me, and in his hurry, he had nearly killed the woman standing right beside my wife.The room descended into a different kind of madness. Lucia lay on the tiles, gasping for air as blood pooled beneath her. The sight was gruesome, yet I felt nothing for her. No pity. No regret. Only a cold, hard focus on the girl still standing.Raffaele looked at the blood

**Stefano’s POV**The world stopped. It felt as if a mirror had shattered right in front of me, and every piece reflected a version of me I didn't recognize.A child.Elena was pregnant? In the middle of all the blood and betrayal, a tiny life had been growing in secret. While I was out hunting monsters and acting like one, she was nurturing a miracle. My stomach twisted with guilt so sharp it felt like a physical wound."Please, doctor," I pleaded, my voice cracking. I felt stripped of the authority I usually carried like armor. I wasn't a boss right now, or a powerful man. I was just an ordinary man, terrified of losing everything that mattered to him. "Do everything in your power. Make sure they are okay. Both of them. I’ll give you anything. Just save them."The doctor looked at me with empathy. He had seen men like me, men who thought money and power could fix life, and he didn't look impressed. He just looked tired."Severe vasovagal syncope in the first trimester isn't always a

**Elena’s POV**The sterile scent of the hospital room felt like it was mocking me. Six weeks.I lay propped against the flat pillows, my hands trembling as they rested over my stomach—a baby. A tiny, fragile heartbeat was thrumming away beneath the surface of a woman who had spent the last week staring into the eyes of death. It felt like a cruel joke of timing. How could I bring a child into a world where their father was a monster, and their mother was a target? Beyond the hospital door, I could hear the low, muffled rumble of voices. Stefano was out there. I didn't need to see him to know he was there. I could feel the weight of his presence through the very walls, like a heavy pressure in the air. When the doctor told me how devastated he was, how he hadn't left the hallway for a single second, I felt nothing but a cold, hard knot in my chest."I don't care," I had told the doctor earlier, my voice sounding cold. "Don't allow him into my room. If he sets foot in here, I’m leav

**Elena’s POV**The hospital gown was finally gone. I felt better just having it off my skin. Elario had gone home to get my old clothes. When I put them on, they felt loose and baggy. I had lost a lot of weight during the days I spent in that house and in the hospital. I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back. My face was still bruised, and my eyes looked tired.Before the nurse could wheel me out to the car, the doctor entered the room. He sat in the chair and looked at me. His voice was very calm, but he had a long list of rules for me to follow. "You must drink two to three liters of water every day," he said. "Your blood needs to stay at a high volume. It's very important."He told me I shouldn't take very hot showers anymore because they could make me feel faint. Also, I shouldn't stand for long periods, and I had to avoid crowds. "When you get out of a chair or a bed, do it in stages," he warned. "If you jump up, your blood pressure will drop, and y