All Chapters of I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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My babies

Isabella’s POV"I felt so sad, so suffocated.” I cried as I moving my hands up to grip his thick neck, desperately pulling him closer, as if I needed to absorb his physical strength to prove he was real. "I felt like I was back in that time."I clung to him, burying my face into the crook of his neck. The familiar, intoxicating scent of him hit my nostrils. The scent of cedarwood, rain, and pure, unfiltered safety.His arms banded around my waist and shoulders, holding me with a gentle, terrifying desperation, as if he believed I might disappear into thin air if he let go.I pulled back just an inch as I moved my hands to cup his jaw. His dark, beautiful eyes were bordered with red, entirely stripped of the cold mask he usually wore. He looked completely undone.And the crushing, agonizing realization hit me… I had done that to him."I hurt you." I forced the words out aa a fresh wave of tears pooled in my eyes. My thumb gently brushed against his cheek. "In the lounge... in the hall

She woke up

Dante’s POVMy hands immediately moved from her hair to her shoulders. I applied just enough gentle pressure to keep her from forcing herself upright. She was far too weak. Her skin was still pale, and the monitors beside her bed were still settling from the chaotic aftermath of her episode."Hey. Shh, stop moving.” I murmured against her ears as I carefully eased her back against the pillows. "Romeo will have my head if you tear an IV line or spike your blood pressure again. You need to stay exactly where you are."She let out a frustrated, tearful breath, her hands sliding down to cling desperately to my wrists. "But Elara… I treated her like I didn’t know who she is. I made a mistake. She…""Elara is completely fine." I swore, brushing a stray dark curl away from her damp forehead. "She is down the hall in the nursery with her brother. You know, she is a brave, smart girl, Isabella. She did exactly what I told her to do in that lounge to protect you. But the second I tell her that

Another memory

Isabella’s POVThe room was agonizingly quiet the second Dante walked out.I stared at the empty doorway while my heart was hammering wildly against my ribs. I was a wife. I was a mother. The reality of it crashed over me all over again. But it was not terrifying anymore. I had carried them. I had birthed them. I had loved them with every fiber of my being. And for eight days, my broken brain had completely erased their existence.My thoughts were shattered when I heard the sound of little feet running against the floor of the corridor, followed closely by Dante's boots.I held my breath and gripped the edges of the blanket, ignoring the dull ache in my head and the tug of the IV line in my hand.Dante appeared in the doorway first. She was walking right beside him. Behind them, Irene stepped into view, carefully holding a bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket against her chest.Elara stopped dead in her tracks the moment she saw me.She stood frozen in the doorway. Her dark eyes th

Bubble

Dante’s POVLater that evening, we were finally alone.Romeo had come and gone. He was continuously checking Isabella’s vitals and practically weeping with relief when he confirmed her cognitive functions were perfectly intact. The kids had been bathed, thoroughly kissed by their mother, and tucked safely into their beds down the hall. Isabella’s mother was taking care of them.Isabella had slowly turned the room into our old bedroom. I was currently sitting in the chair with a porcelain bowl. I carefully scooped up a spoonful of rich chicken broth and blew on it to ensure it wouldn't burn her.Isabella was propped up against a mountain of white pillows. Some color had finally returned to her pale cheeks. She was glowing. She was almost healed.But I knew my wife better than I knew my own soul.As I lifted the spoon toward her lips, I saw a sudden, sharp shadow crossed her beautiful features. Her dark eyes clouded over, her breath catching slightly in her throat as her gaze drifted t

Something to tell you

Isabella’s POVChiara stepped inside our bedroom. She was holding a fresh glass pitcher of ice water and a few folded linen towels. Her knuckles were completely white from how tightly she was gripping the glass handle. She looked incredibly small, her dark eyes darting nervously toward Dante before quickly dropping to the floor."I... I brought some fresh water.” She stammered softly as she took another hesitant step into the room. "And I just wanted to check on you, Isabella. To see if you needed anything."Dante went entirely stiff beside me. I knew his mind was already calculating exactly how to physically remove her from the wing.But before he could open his mouth to unleash his fury, I smoothly slid my hand down his arm and laced my fingers through his. I gave his calloused hand a firm, grounding squeeze. Stand down, the touch silently communicated.Dante looked down at me. His eyes flashed with confusion and protective anger, but he snapped his jaw shut, yielding to my silent

Find out

Dante’s POVEvery single instinct in my body screamed at me to turn around, kick that door open, and physically drag Chiara out by her collar. Leaving my vulnerable, newly-healed wife alone with the sister who had just tried to gaslight her felt like a betrayal of my own protective vows. But Isabella had looked at me with those fierce, clear eyes and told me to stand down. She was back, and she was asking for the space to handle her own blood.I had to trust her.I turned my back on the bedroom and marched down the corridor. "This better be a matter of life and death, Viktor.” I growled softly, not bothering to look at him as he matched my long strides."It's not a false alarm, Boss." Viktor replied. "And you are going to want to see this."I pushed through the reinforced steel double doors of the security center. "Show me.” I commanded as I stopped in the center of the room and crossed my arms over my chest.Viktor quickly stepped up to the main console and typed in a rapid sequenc

Sister

Isabella’s POV“I have something to tell you.”I looked at my younger sister. My mind flashed to the lie she had told me in the sunlit lounge, claiming to be Dante’s wife while my brain was fractured and bleeding.But as I looked at her shaking hands and the dark, exhausted circles under her eyes, I just couldn't find the anger.I was alive. I remembered my husband. I remembered my beautiful children.The eight-year void of darkness was gone, and my heart was so full that there simply wasn't any room left for hostility. She was my blood. She was the sister I had never knew existed."Chiara." I murmured softly, offering her a warm, genuine smile. I patted the empty space on the mattress right next to my hip. "Come here. Sit with me."Chiara blinked, clearly caught off guard by my gentle tone. "But... I need to explain…""You don't need to explain anything right now." I interrupted, keeping my voice light. "My head is finally clear, and I am just so incredibly happy to see you. Come s

Dazzling sunshine

Isabella’s POVChiara practically bolted into the hallway, fleeing the room as if the floor were on fire.The moment she was gone, I turned my attention fully to the woman standing at the foot of my bed, who was currently watching the closed door with the intense, calculating glare of a hawk."Irene, why are you being so mean to her?" I asked. "She was really just sitting with me. She looked terrified."Irene let out a loud scoff. She tossed her tablet onto the small armchair and marched around to the side of the bed. "I am not being mean, Isabella. I am being observant.” Irene stated, completely unapologetic. Her bright, sharp eyes met mine. "Something feels so wrong about her. I have a sixth sense for these things, you know that.""She is my sister, Irene. We just found each other again.""And that is exactly why your judgment is currently clouded by a mountain of fuzzy nostalgia," Irene shot back, though her tone softened a bit. She reached out and lightly tapped my knee through th

Erase you

Dante’s POVThe walk to the East Wing was long.With every step my boots took against the concrete floor, the past clawed their way back to my mind. Twelve years. For twelve years, I had turned the entire Italian underworld inside out, burning down rival syndicates and torturing men until their minds broke, all in search of a phantom.My father had been a titan. He was a man who survived ambushes, car bombs and countless assassination attempts. But in the end, it wasn't a bullet that brought him down. It was a glass of scotch.Someone had slipped a rare, fast-acting neurotoxin into his decanter right inside his own study. I was the one who found him. I still remembered the exact sound of his agonizing gasps, the way the shattered glass dug into my knees as I fell to the rug beside him, and the terrifying amount of blood spilling from his lips. That was the loudest day for me. He died in my arms before the paramedics even reached the estate gates.And the killer simply vanished into t

To the server room

Isabella’s POV"Follow the light, Isabella." Romeo commanded smoothly, clicking the tiny bulb on and waving it back and forth in front of my face. "No, don't look at my nose. Look at the light. I know I am incredibly handsome but I need you to focus."I let out a soft snort, trying to keep my eyes fixed on the irritating little beam. "You are ridiculous.""No, I am honest." Romeo corrected, clicking the light off and tucking it into the pocket of his coat. "And saving your husband from a higher blood pressure."A genuine laugh bubbled up in my chest. "He is just worried.""He is a menace." Romeo deadpanned, though his dark eyes sparkled with deep, brotherly affection. He picked up his clipboard from the end of the bed, scribbling something down. "That’s a typical Dante." I smiled, leaning back against the pillows. “A menace.”"Stockholm syndrome." Romeo muttered under his breath, shaking his head tragically. "Classic case. My poor sister-in-law."He reached for my wrist, gently press

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