All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

**Elena’s POV**I woke up screaming. My throat burned as the sound tore from me. My body jerked upright before I even knew where I was. My heart slammed hard, wild, as if it were trying to escape.The cabin was back, the couch, the smell of damp wood. Dante’s shadow over me, his hands, his breath, his weight.“No,” I gasped, scrambling backward, nails digging into the sheets. “No, please.”Strong arms wrapped around me. “Elena. Elena, look at me.”Stefano’s voice cut through the panic.I blinked hard. The cabin cracked and fell apart. The walls turned white. The air smelled clean. The bed was soft and familiar.I was in the hospital.I was shaking so badly that my teeth chattered. Stefano pulled me fully against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head and the other pressing me close, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he loosened his grip. “You’re safe,” he said quietly, over and over. “It’s over. He can’t touch you.”I buried my face in his shirt, breathing him in unt

**Stefano’s POV**It was barely a kiss; it was more like a ghost of a touch, a brush of lips so light I thought I might have imagined it. I froze. My breath hitched in my lungs, and every muscle in my body turned to stone. I wanted to pull her closer, to devour her, but I forced myself to stay still. I had to let her set the pace. I had to let her decide if this was what she truly wanted.Her lips were softer than I remembered, or maybe I’d forgotten what it was like to be touched like this, with something so hesitant, so innocent. It made my chest ache. I didn’t pull away or deepen the kiss. I just lay there, my eyes closed, letting her explore me. Her mouth moved against mine in small, uncertain motions. Her breath was warm and shaky, puffing against my skin in short gasps. She tasted of the spices from the dinner Martina had made for her.Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me an inch closer. I felt her body lean into mine, seeking my heat and trying to erase t

**Elena’s POV **The morning light slipped through the curtains, soft and warm on my bare skin. Every time I shifted, my body reminded me of him. There was a dull, throbbing ache between my thighs and a tender soreness in my hips I had never felt before. I realized with a start that Stefano’s arm was still draped heavily across my waist. His bare chest was pressed tightly against my back, and I could feel his steady, rhythmic breathing at the nape of my neck.He was still here, holding me, which surprised me. He didn't leave the room.My heart swelled, stupid and hopeful at the thought.I shifted a little, and every muscle ached, especially between my thighs.Last night... God, last night.Heat rushed to my face at the memory — his hands everywhere, his mouth, and the way he'd groaned my name.His arm tightened, pulling me closer. "You're awake?" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his lips brushing my shoulder, soft and lingering."Yeah," I managed to say. My voice cracked, hoa

**Stefano’s POV **I hit the doorframe on my way in, the pain barely registering. Martina was in the living room, a nervous wreck, her fingers twisting her apron. As soon as she saw me, she rushed over. “She won’t open the door, Stefano,” she whispered, her eyes wide with worry. “She said she isn’t hungry. She wouldn’t let me in.”My chest felt constricted. “Which door?” I asked, already knowing the answer.“Elena’s.”“I’ll handle it.” I didn’t wait for her reply. I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse loud in my ears. Every step felt heavier than the last. When I reached Elena’s door, I braced myself. My hand shook as I touched the cold knob, the silence inside more terrifying than any scream.I knocked once. The sound echoed in the hallway.“Elena,” I said, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. “It’s me.”I knocked again, harder this time, my knuckles stinging. “Open the door.”“Go away,” she said, her voice cold and distant, devoid of emotion.I closed my eyes and leaned in

**Elena’s POV**I stayed exactly where he’d left me, naked, glowing, and sprawled across the tangled sheets. I didn't move a single inch. I just lay there, my eyes following Stefano as he rolled out of bed to reach for his phone. I watched his muscles shift as he got up. I tracked the sharp, powerful line of his spine. My gaze drifted lower, admiring his bare ass; firm, unapologetic, and perfect.A slow, greedy smile tugged at my lips.I never thought I’d be this woman. The kind who could look at a man and want to devour him whole, even after he’d already spent hours doing the same to me. Then, his voice cut through the silence.“What?” he snapped into the phone.The smile slipped.I pushed myself up onto my elbows, suddenly alert. His back went rigid. He glanced at me over his shoulder, his eyes unreadable, before turning away again.I watched his jaw tighten.“Yes,” he said. Then, “No. I didn’t know.”My stomach twisted.He ended the call and turned to face me fully. “Lucia is down