All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**Elena’s POV**The moment I entered my bedroom, my phone started ringing. I didn’t bother to check who was calling; I knew the ringtone by heart."Elario," I said flatly as I picked up the call.“Hey,” Elario said. “Elena, are you okay? You sound tense. What's going on?”I sank heavily into the chair by my bed, pressing my hand to my forehead, and exhaled shakily. "I’m tired, Elario. I swear, I’m so freaking tired of this marriage. I can’t do it again, not one more day. I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay when it isn’t.""Oh Elena!" He let out a long, frustrated breath. “You need patience, tesoro.”“I’ve tried! I’ve tried so damn hard,” I argued, my voice tight. “But I can’t keep being patient with someone who commands me up and down like I’m a maid. We have no connection whatsoever.”“Elena…”“I’m always alone,” I interrupted him, the words spilling out. “Do you understand what that feels like? To live in a house this big and still feel like you are trapped in a small, suffoca

**Stefano’s POV**Something felt wrong, and I knew it the second her face shifted and her fingers trembled on the phone, her knuckles turning white, as if she were hanging on for dear life.“Elena?” I moved toward her fast.She didn’t blink; she just stared right through me, her eyes fixed on something I couldn’t see. Then the phone slipped from her hand and hit the bed with a dull thud. I grabbed it immediately and spoke to the person on the other end of the line, shouting Elena's name. "Elario?”His voice came through, tight and strained. “Stefano, thank God you are there. Armando was attacked outside the warehouse. Someone shot him — a sniper. Our men couldn't find where it came from.” He paused, swallowing audibly. “He’s in the hospital now, fighting for his life. Please… bring Elena. We’re at Ca’ Granda.”I briefly closed my eyes to take a deep breath. When I reopened them, my voice was steady. "We're on our way now," I said evenly, turning to look at Elena. She hadn’t moved at a

**Elena’s POV**I had forgotten what fresh air felt like after two weeks inside this hospital. I sat beside my father again, my fingers wrapped around his hand, his skin feeling colder today, and it scared me.I leaned in closer and whispered, “Papà, per favore non morire.” (Papà, please don’t die) My throat tightened, and tears spilled out before I could even try to hold them back. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, gripping his hands tighter, trying to transfer my own warmth into him. I thought of all the calls I ignored after the wedding, all the times I let him go to voicemail because I was too angry. I thought I had more time to fix things, but now... now I don't really know.I pressed my forehead against his arm. "Please wake up," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm so sorry, Papà. I never meant those angry words. I never wanted this to be the last thing between us."Then I felt it.His fingers moved gently, like a soft squeeze; it was weak but real. My heart pounded s

**Elena’s POV**“What did you just say?” My voice came out thin, my brows pulled together on their own.Dante took one slow, deliberate step toward me. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the smile of my friend. It was the smile of a man who had finally caught what he was hunting. “I said, welcome home, Ellie.”My heartbeat pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumming that made my chest ache. I stepped back. Just one step, but he noticed. His eyes tracked the movement like a hawk.“This was fate,” he said, his voice soft, almost melodic. “I’ve had this place ready for weeks. Once things settled, I was going to take you away from Stefano as I promised. You and I... we’ll stay here; just us. No one can find us. No one can interfere.”I stepped back again. The air felt heavier. “I don’t understand, Dante. You promised. You said you’d take me back to the hospital tonight.”“I know.” He sighed and gave a slight, patronizing nod. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. But you wouldn’t have come inside

**Elena's POV**I slid the pin from my hair with shaky fingers and bent close to the lock. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as the small metal piece clicked against the tumblers. One wrong sound and I would panic again. I forced my breath to stay quiet, and when I heard the soft click, relief rushed through me. The door swung open.Good. One lock opened, one more to go.I hurried to the main cabin door and knelt on the floor, my knees aching. The high-security lock stared back at me, mocking me. I pushed the pin in anyway, my hands trembling so much I could barely hold it. I tried to remember the angles Dante had shown me when we were kids. Back then, it was a game. We were just two kids sneaking into old sheds. Now, that "game" was the only thing between me and a nightmare.Nothing moved. I pushed harder, sweat beading on my forehead. Please, please open, I begged silently. But my fingers slipped, and the delicate pin bent.“Dammit!” I hissed, frustrated. I kicked the door with all my