They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 01

They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 01

The day they buried my grandmother, my husband Lorenzo 

Russo broke my right index finger and forced me to sign away my inheritance. 

“You should’ve signed earlier,” he said, letting go of my hand. 

“Would’ve saved yourself the pain.” 

His voice was flat, like he’d just closed a business deal. 

A few feet away, my younger sister Bianca stood wrapped in 

Lorenzo’s suit jacket, sheltered between our parents. Not a 

single raindrop touched her. 

They took the signed document and left me in the mud like I 

was trash they were done with. 

The rain poured down. I was alone. 

pulled out my phone and made a call. 

Seven days from now, cut all financial support to the 

Colombo and Russo families.” 

walked slowly toward the cemetery gates, rain soaking 

through my torn clothes. 

No one was happier than me the day Bianca was born. 

I’d been sick of the shooting drills, the finance lessons, the 

negotiation training the Colombo family forced on me since I 

was a kid. All I wanted was a sister I could talk to. 

But Bianca became the source of every bit of suffering in my life. 

She was always sick, so she never had to train. When she was 

six, she cried and said she didn’t like her bedroom, so my 

mother gave her mine. I got moved to the guest wing and 

spent my entire adolescence there. 

When I was eighteen, she wanted the necklace my 

grandmother gave me. She cried and said she couldn’t take 

her sister’s things–but when my mother fastened it around 

her neck, she bowed her head and let it happen. 

When I was twenty–five, she wanted my fiancé. 

That time, I didn’t let her have him. 

Lorenzo had held my hand in front of both families and told 

Bianca, “I’m only ever going to marry Matilde.” 

He’d skipped family council meetings just to watch the 

sunrise with me in Montauk. When I was sick, he’d stayed by 

my bed all night and fed me medicine himself, 

I thought, for once, someone had chosen me and meant it. 

But three years into our marriage, I had a fever so high I 

could barely stay conscious, and he left me alone in our 

Oyster Bay house to drive through a storm and bring Bianca 

medicine for a stomachache. 

The next day, he had the nerve to blame me. “Bianca couldn’t 

reach you. She was worried sick all night. Why’d you have to 

get sick right then?” 

By the time we got to my grandmother’s funeral, when 

Lorenzo looked at me, all I saw in his eyes was impatience. 

“Matilde, you’ve been Mrs. Russo for seven years. You’ve never 

lacked for anything. Bianca’s been fragile her whole life. She 

just wants a little security. Do you really have to fight your 

own sister? You’re both Colombo daughters–you should have 

equal inheritance rights.” 

My grandmother, Donna Valeria, had been the most powerful 

woman in the Colombo family. When she ran things, New 

York’s underworld went silent at a single look from her. She 

trained me herself. She wrote her will herself. She named me 

-not my parents–as her successor. 

It was the only thing in that house that was ever just mine. 

Valeria favored Matilde for so many years,” my mother 

Luciana said gently, comforting Bianca. “Some of this 

should’ve been yours all along.” 

My father Adriano pointed at me and shouted, “Your 

grandmother’s barely in the ground and all you care about is 

grabbing the inheritance. How did we raise such a vicious daughter?” 

So my husband set a trap for me. 

When I went to the family mausoleum to leave flowers, 

armed men rushed out from behind the stone columns. They 

tore my clothes open, stripped my weapons, shoved me to my 

knees in the mud, and made sure everyone saw me at my 

most humiliated. 

A gun pressed into my ribs. Lorenzo pried my fingers open 

one by one and forced me to sign the papers. 

“You know this won’t hold up,” I said, staring at the man I 

used to love. I swallowed the blood and the heartbreak 

together. “Fake documents never become real.” 

Doesn’t matter,” Lorenzo said, calm as a negotiation. “I’ll 

make sure everything’s arranged for Bianca. She needs this 

more than you. You’re capable–even without the Colombo 

inheritance, you can start over. But I promise you’ll always be 

the lady of the Russo house.” 

‘A pretty decoration in the mansion?” I laughed. “Fine. The 

estate, the hotel, the shares–I don’t want any of it.” 

They all relaxed. My parents and Lorenzo exchanged a look- 

victorious, satisfied. 

Over the past twenty years, every time Bianca took 

something from me, they’d looked at each other exactly like that. 

Blood dripped from my fingertips onto my grandmother’s 

grave. Not one of them cared. 

I pulled off my wedding ring and threw it at Lorenzo’s feet. 

And you. I don’t want you either.” 

Lorenzo’s expression darkened. “Matilde, what the hell are you doing?” 

Bianca’s eyes flashed with delight, but she rushed to explain. 

“I never wanted to ruin your marriage-” 

Lorenzo stared at me coldly. “You think threatening me with 

divorce is going to work?” 

“My father glared at me, annoyed. “Without the Colombos and 

the Russos, I’d love to see how long you last.” 

My mother smiled at Lorenzo. “Matilde’s just throwing a 

tantrum. Once she’s suffered enough, she’ll come crawling 

back to apologize.” 

turned and walked into the rain alone. 

They had no idea I’d been waiting for this day for three years. 

Outside the cemetery, my grandmother’s most trusted–and 

most enigmatic–consigliere, Vittorio Caruso, was waiting for 

me. His eyes went cold the moment he saw me. He draped his 

coat over my shoulders. 

Who did this?” 

Business first.” 

took the documents he handed me. 

What my grandmother left me was never just the assets listed in her will. 

The hotel, the estate, the shares they’d just stolen–those 

were bait I’d left out in the open on purpose. 

When I was a child, my grandmother told me, “If you choose 

to give something up, that’s grace. But if they start thinking 

your grace is something they’re owed, you have to teach them what it costs.” 

Now I had no family left. Which meant I had no reason to hold back. 

In seven days, stop all funding to the Colombos. The debt. 

Russo took on three years ago comes due, too–no more extensions.” 

“Not just my grandmother’s estate.” 

“The Colombo family. The Russo family. Everything they care 

about most-” 

I’m taking it all.”