All Chapters of His Bride Of Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: The Truth That Cuts the Deepest

**Elena’s POV**My eyes flew open, but my vision was blurry.I tried to gasp for air, but I choked on the water running down my face. My cheek was pressed against the freezing marble floor, and my hair was a soaked, tangled mess, clinging to my neck. The front of my peach blouse was heavy and translucent, stuck to my skin.I groaned and tried to turn my head.Lucia sat on the white velvet couch. She didn't look worried or like a friend who had just seen her best friend faint. She sat with her legs crossed, a fresh glass of wine in her hand. She looked like she was watching a boring movie.“Welcome back to the land of the living,” she said. Her voice was as sharp as a razor. “I warned you to prepare for the worst. I guess your heart is as weak as your personality.”Her lips curled into a sneer.I pushed my palms against the floor and managed to force myself into a sitting position, my chest heaving.“You didn’t have to pour all that water on me,” I snapped weakly. “I’m totally wet.”Lu

Chapter 82: When the Masks Finally Fall

**Elena’s POV**“What?” I screamed. My chest heaved, and my skin felt like it was on fire.“You’re lying!” I shrieked, my voice echoing through the cold, white penthouse. “You’re a liar and a snake, and I’m not listening to this bullshit anymore!”My hands were shaking so violently, I had to ball them into fists. My whole body was buzzing, a mix of adrenaline and pure heartbreak.“Fine!” I snapped, stepping toward her. “You want him? You can have him! Keep my husband. Keep your lies. I’m done with this marriage. I’m done with him, and I’m definitely done with you!”At that, her lips tugged upward. It was a smile of victory, and it twisted my stomach.I ignored it and pointed a trembling finger at her, my voice breaking. “But don’t you dare lie about my father,” I hissed. “He’s a good man. He’s no murderer.”She stayed seated, calm, looking up at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum.“Am I really lying, Elena,” she asked, “or are you just too stupid and in denial?”She took a slow

Chapter 83: The Truth That Waited Outside

**Elena’s POV**As I stepped out of the building, my whole body went numb.My feet hit the sidewalk, but I couldn't feel the ground. It was like I was floating in the air. Everything went numb — my hands, my face, my heart. Then reality hit me like a train on high speed, a brutal, dizzying wave of pain that stole the air from my lungs.I stumbled toward my car. My chest pounded so hard I thought my ribs would snap. I felt like I was about to collapse right there on the pavement, where anyone could watch me crumble. I walked slowly until I reached the car and slid into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind me, hoping it would block out Lucia’s voice.It didn't work. Her words were already inside me, crawling under my skin like insects.He doesn't love you. He only married you to destroy your father. I’m the one he wants.My hands hovered over the steering wheel, shaking so violently I couldn’t even grip the leather. I picked up the key, but my fingers felt like lead. I trie

Chapter 84: A Graveyard of Lies

**Stefano’s POV**I stood in the living room, still wearing the crisp blue shirt and black pants I had left the house in that morning. My shirt was half-unbuttoned now, the sleeves rolled up, my watch digging into my wrist because I kept checking it every thirty seconds.After I left the meeting with Moretti, I suddenly had a bad feeling, because why on earth would I have left her to go on her own when Dante was still out there? It was a terrible judgment on my part. She wasn’t answering her phone or my texts, and a cold, sharp feeling settled in my chest, the kind I had learned not to ignore.So I came home fast because I fucking missed her.That was my life now. Everything revolved around Elena. I thought about her, wanted her, and protected her. I was supposed to be thinking about power and contracts, but I was stupidly, hopelessly in love with the daughter of my enemy. It scared the hell out of me.Then I heard it.The screech of tires ripping into the driveway, and a door slammi

Chapter 85: The Death of Us

**Stefano's POV**“CHOSE ME?” Her voice rose to a scream that tore through the house. She stepped toward me, her face twisting with a rage I had never seen. “You didn't choose me! You targeted me! You picked me out like a piece of meat from a menu! You fucking hunted me!”She slammed her fist into my chest. “Was it a game to you? Every time I told you I loved you, were you keeping track of your points? Every time I let you touch me, were you thinking about how much my father would bleed?”“No,” I rasped, the word sticking in my throat. “No, Elena, it wasn't a game.”“YOU LIAR!” she wailed, grabbing a heavy glass vase from the side table and hurling it at my head. It missed by inches, shattering against the door behind me, as glass rained down on my shoulders, but I felt nothing.“I gave you everything!” she sobbed, her voice shattering into a million pieces. “I gave you my trust. I gave you my body! I was a virgin, Stefano! I saved it for the man I thought was my soulmate! And all the

Chapter 86: When the House Went Quiet

**Stefano’s POV**I didn't move from the cold marble floor.It felt like hours, as if time had thickened around me and refused to move, but it was only a few minutes. The glass shards from the broken vase bit into my knees, stinging and sharp, but I welcomed the pain. It was the only thing that felt real. Dark blood seeped out, staining the white floor, but I just stared at the spot where Elena had stood.Then the front door opened.I heard the familiar sound of Martina’s footsteps. I heard the rustle of paper bags and the light hum she always made when she returned from the market.The humming stopped abruptly.“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Stefano!”The grocery bags hit the floor with a dull thud. An orange rolled across the tiles, stopping right next to a pool of my blood.“What are you doing?” Martina rushed toward me, her voice trembling with panic. “What happened? Why are you on the floor? You’re bleeding!”I didn't look at her. I just stared into the empty air. My eyes were fixed o

Chapter 87: The Night I Chose Not to Break

**Elena’s POV**I drove.I didn’t have a plan. I just needed to be away from that house, away from his lies.My fingers clutched the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. My knuckles were white, and my hands shook so much the car drifted between the lanes.I wasn't just sad. I was completely broken.I had walked into that house as a wife, and I was leaving it as a victim of a war I didn't know about. I couldn’t go to my father’s house. Not yet. I couldn't look him in the eye and see the man Lucia described. I couldn't handle more secrets right now. I needed to be somewhere no one knew my name.I checked the watch on my wrist. It was 10:30 p.m.It was too late to pretend this was just a bad evening and too soon to know what came next.My things were still in Stefano’s house. My clothes. My jewelry. Pieces of my life folded neatly in drawers like I was coming back.But I knew I couldn’t walk into that house again, not after everything. And yet, even with betrayal burning through

Chapter 88: When the Monster Woke Up

**Stefano’s POV**The morning light stabbed at my eyes.I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay in the darkness, where I didn't have to remember. But the sun didn't care about my heart. It crept through the curtains and blazed across the bed, lighting the empty space beside me.I opened my eyes slowly. My head felt as if it had been smashed with a lead pipe, and my body was stiff from sleeping in my clothes.Then the scent hit me.Vanilla. Citrus. The smell of her skin.I bolted upright, my heart thumping against my ribs. For a split second, I thought she was there. I thought it was all a nightmare. But then I looked around the room. It was Elena’s bedroom, but she was truly gone.I was sitting on her bed, clutching her pillow like a pathetic child.A sharp laugh left my throat.I was Stefano Bernardo, one of the most feared men in the city. Men lowered their voices when my name came up. Deals were signed solely because of my shadow.Why did I feel so pathetic?The anger from the p

Chapter 89: The Door I Swore I’d Never Knock On

**Lucia’s POV**The phone clattered to the floor, its screen cracking against the tiles. My heart wasn’t just beating; it was thrashing against my ribs.“No,” I whispered, the word dying in the back of my throat. “No, no, no...”Stefano’s voice still echoed in my skull. 'I am coming for you. I will pluck your wings one by one.' He didn't just sound angry. He sounded like a god who had decided to destroy a world.I stumbled to the sofa and collapsed, my legs turning to water, and wrapped my arms around myself, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. I had messed up. I had thought maybe he would be angry for a day, then realize Elena was a liability and come crawling back to my bed.I didn’t expect Stefano to react that way.I never thought he would choose her. Not like this. Not to the point of wanting me dead.“You idiot!” I screamed into the empty room, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the window. “You stupid, fucking bitch!”I looked at the door. Every small sound from the hallway m

Chapter 90: The Devil I Ran Back To

**Lucia’s POV**The moment I stepped through those heavy iron gates, I knew I had entered the Lion's den.The noise of Milan vanished. It was as if someone had slammed a door on the world: no sirens, no shouting, no life. The silence pressed against my ears until my own breathing sounded too loud.I stood on a path of large, flat concrete stones. It led directly to a massive glass door that cut through a wide courtyard. Low-trimmed hedges lined both sides, sharp and neat. In the center, an ancient stone fountain bubbled softly, as if mocking the calmness of everything.I walked forward slowly, my legs feeling like lead, my heart slamming hard against my ribs.Men with rifles stood at different points around the compound. They didn’t move. They didn’t speak. They just watched.What have I done? I was running from Stefano’s rage, but I had just walked into Raffaele’s nightmare.My fingers tightened around the strap of my duffel bag as I reached the front door. Before I could lift my han

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