Semua Bab His Bride Of Revenge: Bab 71 - Bab 77

**Elena’s POV**Carmela grabbed my face with both hands, forcing me to look at her. Her palms were shaking. “Elena, look at me. Focus on my eyes.”I tore my eyes away from Dante, who was laughing without a care in the world, a glass in hand as he spoke to another man.I looked back at Carmela, my vision blurring.“I’ve been trying to call Marco and Stefano,” she whispered, her voice fast and frantic. “Neither of them is picking up. The signal in here is trash, or something is wrong. I’m going to find...”“No.” I caught her hands before she could step away, my fingers locking tightly around hers. “Don’t leave me. Please, Carmela. If I’m alone, he’ll come for me.”Her brows pulled together. “Elena, listen to me.” She squeezed my hands, trying to reassure me. “Look around. There are more than fifty people here. He is only one man. He cannot drag you away in front of this crowd. Stay right here. Stand by this pillar and don't move. I will be back before you can even take ten breaths.”I d

**Stefano’s POV**Moretti slapped his hand down on the oak table and stood up, a victorious grin stretching across his face. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bernardo. People with your... vision are rare these days.”I stood up at once, my suit jacket pulling tight across my shoulders. I met his firm handshake with a controlled grip. Beside me, Marco surged to his feet, clapping his hands, his grin wide and satisfied. “Great! Fantastic,” he barked, his eyes bright with the thrill of the win. “I told you this deal was sealed.”Moretti smiled, pleased with himself, and gestured toward the door. “Shall we rejoin the party? I believe there is more champagne with our names on it.”We walked out of the quiet library, the heavy doors closing behind us. As we moved down the long, dim corridor toward the ballroom, something inside me felt off.Moretti led the way, rambling about shipping schedules and port authorities. I followed, but my mind was elsewhere. My hand dri

**Stefano’s POV**I held her in my hands.The moment my arms wrapped around her, Elena didn’t lean into me. She exploded, her whole body vibrating with terror so deep it felt like her bones might shatter. She let out a choked sound and started clawing at my chest, her small fists slamming into me again and again, panc driving her movements."Get off! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice thin and broken.I tightened my grip, pulling her against my chest to pin her flailing arms. I had to be careful; I was ten times stronger than she was, and the last thing I wanted was to bruise her further than she already was."Elena!" I shouted over her screams, trying to calm her through the panic. "Elena, look at me! It’s me, Stefano. You’re safe. I’ve got you."She froze.Slowly, she lifted her head. Her face was a mask of pure agony; mascara streaked down her cheeks like black ink, and her lips were swollen and bloodstained. The moment her blue eyes met mine, the fight drained from her. She went

**Elena’s POV**My phone felt like a block of ice against my palm. I stared at the screen until the words began to blur into a dark, ugly smudge. Lucia’s message was a trap, and I was already falling into it. “If you tell him, you will never know the truth about who you truly married.”What did that even mean? Was Stefano more than a man with too many secrets and a dangerous name? My heart pounded against my chest.I shook my head and dragged in a slow breath, but it didn’t help. My mind felt loud and messy, like too many voices speaking at once. How did she expect me to leave this house without Stefano knowing? It almost made me laugh.After everything that had happened with Dante, stepping outside alone felt impossible. Fear had settled into my bones over the past days. I barely slept and barely breathed without checking the doors.I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when the door opened. I whirled around, shoving the phone under my pillow just as Stefano stepped inside. H