All Chapters of I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Isabella’s POVFor the next twenty minutes, the world narrowed down to the sound of Romeo’s voice, the intense physical effort, and the relentless strength of my husband holding me up. I felt like I couldn't do it anymore. I was too tired."I can't." I cried out weakly, shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. "Dante, I can't. It's too much.""Look at me, Isabella." Dante commanded gently, shifting so he could look directly into my eyes. His face was pale, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. "You have done this before. You gave me a reason to live. You can do this. You want to bring Elara a company, remember? One more time. For our family."As the next wave hit, I didn't hold back. I poured every ounce of my love, my pain, and my hope into one final push. I screamed and it echoed loudly off the walls of the room.And then, suddenly, the pressure vanished.A second later, a loud, beautiful cry filled the room.I collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for air. Dante com

Dante’s POVIt stopped its continuous screech and returned to a fast beep.Romeo let out a shuddering breath as he stepped back from the bed, his shoulders dropping in pure exhaustion. He stripped off his bloody gloves. I watched his hands shake violently."I got it." Romeo panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm. "The bleeding has stopped. Her blood pressure is stabilizing. I need to start a blood transfusion right now to replace what she lost, but... she is stable, Dante. She is safe."My knees completely gave out.I collapsed onto the floor beside the bed, dropping my head against the mattress. A ragged sob tore through my chest, shaking my entire body. I cried with a desperate, ugly relief, gripping her cold, lifeless hand. But Isabella did not open her eyes."Why isn't she waking up?" I demanded and stood up quickly, staring at her pale, still face. "Romeo, you said she was safe. Why is she not looking at me?""Her body went through massive trauma, Dante." Ro

Isabella’s POV My head was pounding. A sharp, terrible ache throbbed low in my stomach and deep in my back. Every muscle in my body felt weak and exhausted, as if I had just run a marathon. I gripped the clear plastic tube taped to my arm. My fingers were trembling so badly I could barely hold on. I wanted to rip the needle out. I wanted to jump out of this bed and run until my legs gave out. But as I looked around, nothing made sense. This wasn't the room in my father's house. It was bright. It was painfully clean. It looked like a very expensive hospital room, but the walls were covered in rich wood. And then there was him. I stared at the man standing just a few feet away from my bed. He was absolutely massive. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chest that looked like it was carved out of stone. He wore a dark shirt, and beneath the rolled-up sleeves. His jaw was sharp, his features harsh and dangerous. He looked exactly like a killer. He looked like the ruthless, t

Isabella’s POVMy heart was beating against my chest violently. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to run, but my body felt incredibly heavy by a ache in my lower stomach and spine. I felt like I had been torn apart and stitched back together.Through the glass door, I could see the giant man named Dante pacing the hallway. He looked absolutely devastated. He ran his large hands through his messy hair. Every time he glanced through the glass and his dark eyes met mine, I flinched, pulling the white blanket tighter around my shoulders.Why was he crying? Why did he look at me like I had broken his heart?I didn't understand any of it. The last thing I remembered was my wedding dress. I remembered the floor of my bedroom. I remembered my father, Gabriel, shouting downstairs, and knowing Mateo was waiting for me at the altar. Mateo, the man who had always been so kind to me, the man who loved me.And then... falling. Striking my head. Darkness.About an hour later, the glass doors

Dante’s POVThe sound of Elara’s voice, made my heart stutter in my chest.I looked at Isabella, making sure the sound hadn't disturbed her. She remained still, her chest rising and falling, the only thing keeping me sane.I stood up slowly and walked toward the glass doors.Elara was standing in the hallway. She was still wearing her silk pajamas, her messy curls spilling over her shoulders, and she was clutching the chocolate biscuit she had saved for her mother. It was wrapped in a crumpled napkin.I slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me. "Hey, little bird.” I whispered, kneeling down so I was eye-level with her. I reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, my hands still shaking. "Why aren't you in bed? It's very late.""I couldn't sleep, Papa." She murmured, her dark eyes searching mine with a wisdom no five-year-old should possess. She looked past my shoulder at the glass. "The light was on. Is Mama awake yet? I heard a noise."The lump in my throat. How was