All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Lucia’s POV**“Arghhh!”I was still on the floor where he left me, my body curled slightly to the side, tears soaking into the floor beneath my cheek. My throat burned. Every swallow felt like I was gulping down pins. I lifted a trembling hand to my neck and winced as my fingers brushed against it. It felt hot and swollen.It hurt.It hurt so much because he meant it.Stefano. The man I loved more than my own life.I dragged in a shaky breath and tried to sit up. My arms felt weak, my head light, but I pushed anyway, using the wall for support. My legs shook as I stood. I leaned there for a moment, my forehead resting against the cold paint, breathing through the pain.I stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light. I gasped at the woman in the mirror. The woman in the mirror barely looked like me.My neck was red, angry marks blooming across the skin. My face was swollen, eyes puffy and rimmed with red. Mascara streaked down my cheeks, eyeliner smudged and smeared like war

**Stefano’s POV **I slammed my shoes into the tire of my Lamborghini, the dull thud echoing through the concrete silence of the underground parking lot. The vibration traveled up my leg, but it wasn't enough to drown out the rage clawing at my throat. My keys were buried so deep in my fist the metal bit into my palm, but I welcomed the sting. It was the only thing keeping me from going back upstairs and finishing what I should have done months ago.Lucia was a problem.No, calling her a problem was too kind. She was a mistake I needed to bury.I slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door, the leather creaking under my weight. The car smelled faintly of Elena; her perfume still lingered on my jacket.I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.How dare Lucia? How dare she threaten me? “Fuck!” I roared, slamming my palm against the wheel. The horn blared, a loud, jagged sound in the empty garage.Lucia was emotional, reckless, and worst of all, she knew too much. If she

**Stefano’s POV**Raffaele lounged across the leather seat like a king on his throne. He swirled the vodka in his glass, never taking his eyes off my face. They were dark, watching and waiting for a single slip-up.I cleared my throat. It felt as if I had swallowed dry sand.“That’s a brilliant plan,” I said. The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Raffaele’s face split into a wide grin, revealing his tobacco-stained teeth. “I knew you’d see the vision, Bernardo,” he said, his voice thick with pride. “Give or take a month. In thirty days, the Castellano empire falls, Armando is in the dirt, and everything they own becomes ours.”He lifted his glass in a mock toast and drained it, the ice clinking sharply against his teeth. “Elario is a coward,” he added, waving dismissively. “He’ll be too busy mourning his sister and his father to even realize we’ve taken the keys to the kingdom.”My fingers traced the rim of my glass in slow circles. The cold against my skin was the only thing keeping

**Stefano’s POV**I woke up with Elena curled against me, her naked body warm and soft in my arms, her leg draped over my thigh.Morning light slipped through the curtains, landing on her face. She was still asleep, breathing slowly, her lips slightly parted, and her blonde hair spread wildly across the pillow. My chest tightened with a sudden, sharp ache.I lifted my hand slowly, hovering my fingers just an inch above her skin before letting them trace the line of her jaw. She stirred, letting out a quiet sound from her throat, then relaxed again. I pulled the blanket higher over her chest, careful not to wake her, and eased out of bed.I stood by the window, stretching and rolling my shoulders, trying to shake off the tension. Then my phone started ringing.The sound was too loud, loud enough to wake Elena.I quickly followed it to my pants on the floor and pulled the phone free. Marco’s name flashed on the screen. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind me.“

**Elena’s POV**“Elena, that necklace is breathtaking.”Carmela’s voice cut through the thick hum of jazz and chatter. She leaned in, her eyes wide as they locked on the sapphire resting against my skin. “It makes your eyes look like they’re glowing.”A smile tugged at my lips before I even had time to think. My fingers instinctively fluttered to the cold, heavy pendant. “Stefano gave it to me tonight.”Carmela gasped, pressing a manicured hand to her chest. Her face lit up with pure joy. “Aww. That is so adorable.”I laughed softly, feeling a rush of heat climb up my neck. I looked down at my feet, my heart feeling lighter than it had in months.She gently nudged my shoulder. “I can see it, you know. The difference between the two of you.”I hesitated, then leaned in, lowering my voice. “He told me he loves me for the first time.”For a second, Carmela just stared at me, her mouth hanging open.Then she clapped her hands together, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of people