They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 05

They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 05

My father shot to his feet. “What debt recovery clause?” 

On the screen, my grandmother slowly raised her hand. 

“The Colombo hotel, the Westchester estate, and all operating capital belong to the family in name only. In reality, I loaned it all to the Colombos. The debt was transferred into Matilde’s name years ago. If anyone forges my will or coerces her into renouncing her inheritance, every loan comes due immediately.” 

The ballroom exploded. 

My father rushed the screen. “Impossible! Valeria left the estate to Bianca!” 

The family lawyer, Alessio De Luca, unfolded the debt transfer documents. “Notarized, sealed, and verified by bank records. The renunciation Matilde signed under duress is void. We’ve already filed to have it overturned.” 

tilted my head and smiled. “I told you. Fake documents never become real.” 

Lorenzo’s face finally changed. He started toward me instinctively. 

‘Matilde-” 

Vittorio stepped between us. The loyalists on either side. 

closed ranks. Lorenzo stopped. 

The ballroom doors opened again. 

Representatives from law firms, bank risk departments, and 

asset management institutions filed in one by one. They read asset freeze notices aloud. 

The Colombo hotel shares, the Westchester estate, and all related accounts were frozen. The board authorization and family ring Bianca had just received were confiscated. 

The people who’d been congratulating her moments ago backed away. 

My father’s face was ashen. He seemed unable to believe his allies had turned so quickly. 

My mother knew exactly what those notices meant. She 

grabbed Bianca. “Tell them you don’t want it! If you give everything back to Matilde, she can’t go after us.‘ 

But Bianca clutched the inheritance documents tightly. “Why 

should I give it back? You promised this was all mine!” 

Bianca really had been sheltered. She’d never touched the darkest parts of this world. 

Lorenzo spoke, his voice low. “Matilde, let’s talk privately. If the Colombos go down, the other families will laugh at you too.” 

“Mr. Russo, we have nothing to discuss privately.” I picked up the divorce agreement from the table and signed the last page. “You already signed. Now it’s my turn.” 

Lorenzo stared at my signature. His fingers clenched. 

“You’re really going through with the divorce?” 

“Yes.” I handed the agreement to Alessio. “File it today.” 

Lorenzo started to respond, but his assistant burst into the ballroom, face pale. “Russo Holdings‘ main accounts have been restricted by the bank. And that emergency loan from three years ago–they just sent notice. They want full repayment immediately.” 

Lorenzo’s head snapped toward me. “You did this?” 

“Yes.” 

He seemed to think he’d finally figured out my angle. He laughed coldly. “So this whole show was just to force me to withdraw the divorce filing. Matilde, enough. I’ll give you one last chance.” 

turned to the lawyer. “File the divorce papers today.” 

The confidence on Lorenzo’s face finally cracked. “You’d rather destroy the Russo family?” 

Rapid footsteps echoed from outside the ballroom. 

Lorenzo’s father, Cesare, arrived with the board of directors 

and several capos. He walked straight up to his son and slapped him across the face. 

“You idiot! Do you have any idea who she is?” 

Lorenzo’s head turned. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. 

Cesare turned to me, forcing down his anger and panic. “Matilde, couples have misunderstandings. We can sit down and negotiate the debt. There’s no need to go to war over this.” 

At the word “war,” Vittorio’s guards moved their hands to their holsters. 

I raised one hand slightly. They stepped back into position. 

Alessio opened another file for me. 

Three years ago, Russo Holdings had a failed investment. The cash flow dried up. Lorenzo begged everyone he knew for help. In the end, it was my grandmother who came up with the capital that kept the Russo family afloat. 

Everyone thought the money came from Donna Valeria. 

Only my grandmother and I knew the truth: I’d sold two properties my maternal grandfather left me and mortgaged my personal shares to raise the funds. 

To protect the business Lorenzo had built, I never told him. I even extended the repayment deadline by three full years. 

But the debt agreement had a clause: if the Russo family intentionally harmed the creditor, the debt would come due immediately. 

Lorenzo’s gaze fell on my immobilized right hand. His face. went pale. 

Across the room, suppliers and shareholders surrounded my 

father, demanding immediate repayment from the Colombos. 

My father grabbed Bianca’s wrist and tore the emerald 

bracelet off her arm. My mother ripped the diamond necklace from her throat. 

“We’ll use these to settle the debts!” 

Bianca fought them. “These are mine! You gave them to me!” 

She was crying and screaming–exactly the way I used to look every time something was taken from me. 

I took the bracelet from my father’s hand and picked the necklace up off the floor. 

These belonged to my grandmother. You have no right to use them as collateral.” 

Lorenzo suddenly caught up to me and grabbed my sleeve. “Why didn’t you tell me? You’re the one who saved Russo?” 

looked down and peeled his fingers off one by one. “Because back then, I thought married people didn’t need to keep $core.” 

Alessio handed him the final debt attachment, 

Lorenzo read the amount. His pupils contracted sharply. 

I walked past him and said quietly, “That emergency loan you 

begged for three years ago- 

“The creditor was never my grandmother. It was me.”