Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Bride Of Revenge: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

**Elena’s POV**"What?" I screamed. The word felt ripped from my throat. I grabbed Elario’s arm as he drove. My fingers dug into his sleeve. "You have to stop him, Elario! Please, you can’t let Father do this! You have to call the men back!"Elario didn't look at me. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "You know how Father is, Elena. Once he decides someone is a threat, there's no changing his mind. He thinks Stefano is a loose end. He’s already set the wheels in motion. The orders are out."I felt a cold panic rising in my chest. It felt like ice was spreading through my blood. "Then why are you telling me this? Why are you telling me now, when it might be too late?"He was quiet for a long moment. The only sounds in the car were the hum of the engine and my rapid breathing. "When I found out what Stefano’s real plan was, how he used you and this marriage just to get to our family, I hated him. I really did. I wanted to be the one to pu

**Elena’s POV**The sound was deafening as the gun kicked back in my hands, bruising my wrists. Dante’s body jerked backward as a small red hole appeared in his chest. He looked surprised for a split second, then the light left his eyes, and he slumped forward, his head hitting the floor with a dull thud.The room fell silent, the smell of smoke filling the air. I stood there, my hands still shaking, looking at the man I had just killed. I didn't feel like I was in my own body; I felt like I was watching a movie of myself.I wasn't a victim anymore. I was a murderer, just like my father.My heart pounded against my chest so hard that I felt faint. I stared at my hands. They were shaking so violently that I nearly dropped the gun.Elario rushed to my side and gently took the gun from my grip. "Elena," he whispered, but his voice felt miles away. It sounded like he was talking through water.My father walked toward me. He wore a cold, satisfied smile on his lips. He looked at the body o

**Elena’s POV**The confidence I felt earlier began to leave my body. I suddenly became very afraid for Stefano. I turned to him, my hands clutching his jacket. "You have to hide, Stefano," I whispered, my voice shaking so much I could hardly get the words out. "You can’t let him see you. If he sees you here, he won’t stop until you are dead. Please... I can't lose you. Not now."Stefano cupped my face in his hands, his palms warm and steady. For a second, the chaos of the men outside faded. He looked into my eyes and gave me a small, sad smile. It was the kind of smile that made my chest hurt because it looked like a goodbye."I love you so much, Elena. Don’t worry about me. I will be fine. I'm a hard man to kill," he said.Before I could argue with him, he gently pushed me toward Luca. "Make sure you protect her," he commanded him.Heavy footsteps thudded against the hardwood floor. They were getting closer and closer to the living room. I stepped behind Luca, my fingers digging int

**Stefano’s POV**The tires of the car screamed against the asphalt as Luca pushed the car to its highest limit. I sat in the back seat, cradling Elena against my chest. Her blood was everywhere. It was on my shirt, staining my hands, and pooling in the creases of my leather seats. It was warm, and every time I felt a new pulse of it leave her body, I felt a sharp pain in my own chest. It felt like a part of me was dying along with her."Faster, Luca! Faster!" I roared. My voice broke, and I didn't even care."I’m doing a hundred in a residential zone, Boss! We’re almost there! Just a few more blocks!" Luca shouted back. His eyes kept darting between the road and the rearview mirror. He looked scared, and Luca had never been scared.I looked down at Elena. Her face was white, her breathing shallow. It was a terrifying, wet sound that made me want to scream. I pressed my hand firmly against the wound in the center of her chest. I tried to stop the flow of blood, but it kept coming. It

**Stefano’s POV**The curtains in my study were drawn tight to block out every bit of the sun. I sat in complete darkness, surrounded by the smell of old paper. I could still smell the faint scent of Elena’s perfume on a shawl she had left behind on the chair. It made my chest ache. I had a bottle of whiskey on the desk, half-empty, but the burning liquid did nothing to help me forget.The alcohol couldn't wash away the memory of what happened in this house days ago. I still saw Armando’s head snap back when my bullet hit him. I still saw the red hole in his forehead. Most of all, I couldn't stop seeing Elena’s white face as she fell to the floor.I felt like a curse.Everyone I touched ended up hurt or dead. My mother had run away. My father was murdered on a cold street. Martina was gone forever because of me. And now, I had almost killed the only woman who made my heart beat.My phone vibrated on the desk, loud in the quiet room. I ignored it. It vibrated again, and then again. On