Semua Bab His Bride Of Revenge: Bab 21 - Bab 30

**Elena’s POV**​“There’s a gala tomorrow night,” Stefano announced, his focus entirely on adjusting his tie in the reflection of the living room window.His voice was calm and direct, leaving no room for an argument.I stood stiffly in the doorway, with my arms crossed tightly over my chest."A friend of mine is hosting a charity event,” he continued without looking up. “You’ll accompany me. Your father and Elario will be there too."​“And what if I’m not in the mood?” I challenged him, stepping away from the doorframe to take a defiant step closer. “Do I really have to play the dutiful wife?”He finally glanced up, his gaze brief and cold. “Yes,” he stated, his voice final. “Because I said so.”​He snapped his watch onto his wrist, grabbed his keys without hesitation, and walked straight toward the door without looking back.​“Your dresses will arrive later in the day,” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out. “Choose whatever you want.”The door closed quietly, leaving a tense

**Elena’s POV**There was something about Carmela Santino that made it impossible not to like her, even before she said a word. Her brown curls were wild, framing her face in a way that made her look both untamed and beautiful, and her eyes held a warmth that made me want to trust her. She slipped her hand into mine as we moved through the crowd, her laugh soft and a little musical, and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease just a little.“I’m so sorry we couldn’t attend your wedding, Elena,” she said, her tone sincere. “Marco and I were in Paris for business. But now that I see you,” she paused, her eyes running over my face with admiration, “I must say, you must have made a stunning bride. Stefano is a fortunate man.”I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. ‘'You are very kind,’' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Carmela’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if she wanted to ask more but decided not to.“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I said, letting my gaze linger on her face

**Elena’s POV**I woke up suddenly, sweat dripping down my body and soaking the covers.Gosh! Did I just have a sex dream?The dream felt so real; I could still feel his mouth on mine, the touch of his hands all over my body, his mouth on my breast, and his hands between my thighs.Oh my God! What the hell is happening to me?I closed my eyes again, groaning softly as I pressed my face into the pillow.Why am I dreaming of Stefano?Was it because of what happened last night?This wasn’t supposed to happen, especially after what Dante told me about him and my father.God, I’m losing my mind.I sat up quickly, running a frustrated hand through my hair, trying to shake off the heat still crawling up my spine. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up, preparing myself to face him again.Downstairs, the smell of coffee hit me right away. Martina was in the kitchen, humming to herself while she stirred something in a pot. She glanced up as soon as I walked in.“Good morning, de

“You’re wrong, Lucia.”My voice came out lower than I intended, a little rough, like I was trying to convince myself as much as her. “My feelings for Elena haven’t changed.”She studied me silently, her eyes sweeping over my face as if trying to read something I wasn’t saying. Then she let out a small, humorless laugh. “If you say so.”I pressed my back against the wall, feeling the cool plaster through my shirt, trying to gather my thoughts, but they kept slipping away into panic.“What do you know about Dante?” I demanded, leaning forward slightly.She straightened instantly, her eyes sharpening with interest. I could tell I’d finally said something that mattered to her. Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Why? Are you worried about your lovely wife and her boyfriend?”My jaw clenched tightly. I bite back the angry words I want to say to her, staring at the floor because looking at her might make me want to hurl those words at her.Lucia took a slow step towards me, her heels clickin

**Stefano's POV**The sound of her door slamming still echoed through the house as I sat down. Her words kept circling my mind: ‘I know you’re hiding something, and I’ll find out.’I leaned forward, rubbing my temples with the heel of my hand, trying to push back the headache that was already starting to throb behind my eyes.I could tell she definitely knew something.And I knew exactly who would run his mouth, because there was only one bastard who could have told her something.Dante.If I didn’t have to wait and if the plan wasn't still hanging by a thread, I would already be on my way to find Dante, ready to wrap my hands around his throat.Fucking bastard.Just thinking about it made my blood boil, anger crawling up my spine until I could hardly sit still. I pushed off from the chair and hurried up the stairs two at a time, stopping abruptly outside her door before my brain could catch up. I could hear faint movement inside, maybe her pacing or trying to calm herself after our a